Description: Last week, Reese got kind of a raw deal. Taking advantage of her whole "magician's assistant" situation, the Saturday Night Fight coordinators are willing to offer an apology of sorts. As a woman that's withstood a good many weeks of combat, as well as boosted viewer ratings among the 18-30 male demographic by an astonishing seventeen percent, she's earned the right to initiate some new blood in the ways of televised combat. Frank, a fresh up-and-comer, will have to prove he's got what it takes to hit a woman for money while putting on a good show. (WINNER: Reese)
Last week, whoever organizes SNF got a hold of a video where-in Reese's ex-partner-in-crime declared that she was his assistant (again). While the Aussie will admit to having been tricked into //that// particular little side job, and while she //does// know her way around magician's gear and accessories, it doesn't mean things were exactly //easy// for her when fighting the damned Irish bloke.
This week, despite it being Halloween, it seems that the organizers aren't tossing her in a costume. Which is honestly just fine with her. She much prefers the comfort of her regular clothing and hat, especially as they better suit what she's doing and she's not got to hide the whip or holsters somewhere in a sequined costume.
A quick glance toward the amusement park is given before she's making her way to the designated area. No flashy entry, just a slow saunter until she's able to give a nod and a smile to the camera.
After that loss to Mr. Jones recently, Frank had stayed home for a day, resting his arm, and otherwise staying in. It depressed him, that case of mistaken identity, and had reminded him just how humans like to behave around eachother. Eventually, though, Smalls came around, and through his nonstop talking and talking and talking and talking, said some words that really hit home for the big giant, and here he was, back in fighting shape. With eyes hidden beneath that dock worker's cap of his, the six foot nine, three hundred pound monster lumbered across the Boardwalk, impossibly huge, muscled arms flexing slightly, regarding his competition, with Smalls across from him, the scrawny, not even five foot wisecracker with the newsboy's hat looking over at Reese.
"Hey Frank, ya gotta fight a dame? Don't she know this ain't a bakesale?" His voice loud and obnoxious, Frank regarded the girl with a bit of respect, speaking as he approached her."
"Tough ain't about gender, Smalls. I seen yer fight. Yer pretty good." A simple statement, but one Frank felt was true, as he slowly eased himself into an untrained boxing stance...
The man is large. Extremely large. Reese watches her opponent approach, and figures that he's got at least nine inches and seventy pounds on her brother. The Aussie archaeologist is about to say something about it, when she catches the trash-talk coming from someone the man apparently knows. Raising her brow, she shrugs it off. No worse that what she's gotten in the past.
"Thanks, mate," she replies jovially enough, allowing just a bit of time to attempt to figure out what he's good at based on his stance. Tossing her hat off to the side, and shrugging out of her bomber jacket, she nods. "Though I dare say you're at an advantage. Shall we?"
COMBATSYS: Reese has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Frank has joined the fight here.
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Frank 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Reese
He figured she had a point, and now, now was time to be quiet. Now was fighting time. Rolling his shoulder, the massive behemoth approached slowly, and watching the woman, he didn't move just yet. Wallet chain hanging from his pocket, he didn't move just yet, rather concentrating on his next move.
'Guns, a whip, get ready, Frank, she looks fast...' So said the voice in his head.
COMBATSYS: Frank focuses on his next action.
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Frank 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Reese
Figuring she has precisely a second to figure out a way to adapt to such a large opponent, the Aussie frowns. Her usual whip slashes and throws would require her to be a great deal stronger to be effective. Unless she's got a bit of leverage. Something where she can counter balance if need be by dropping to the sand.
A backward leap has Reese perching on the rail of the boardwalk, eyes still on Frank. Almost as soon as her feet land and she's stable, the whip lashes out with a woosh of air in an attempt to snare it around his left leg and drop him onto his back. It may not work, and even if it //does// she doubts it'll give her much of an advantage but she'll be damned if she's going down without a decent show for the audience.
Frank watched her leap back, and watched her grab her whip...Frank moved quickly(quickly for Frank, that is), and grabbing at that chain, he whipped it from his pocket, revealing that there was, in fact, no wallet attached to the end, just a great deal of chain. He lashed it at that whip, hoping steel beat leather in this contest.
He also didn't want to get whipped. That kinda pain tended to piss him off, and he didn't want to kill this girl.
COMBATSYS: Frank fails to interrupt Artifact Snare from Reese with Wallet Chain.
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Frank 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Reese
"A bleeding chain?" No tricks? Like bloody hell there's no tricks. Reese is quite happy that her attack got through despite a large steel bat swinging toward the whip, and now that she's aware of it she's really going to need to be more careful. Keeping her perch, she does her utmost to ensure the whip stays snared where it is for a few seconds -- no pain associated with it, just a strap of leather being bothersome.
With a grin, Reese yanks the whip as swiftly as she can, attempting to heft the large man and swing him out toward one of the boardwalk posts like a yo-yo. It's a lot of work, which leaves the Aussie sweating a little. Either way, she needs to retrieve the whip and why not attempt to gain a bit of distance at the same time?
COMBATSYS: Frank endures Reese's Quick Throw.
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Frank 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Reese
The attack works, sending Frank to smash his back along the back of a post, the massive wall of muscle meeting...wood, or concrete, or metal, and though Frank loses that contest, the post itself...shakes a little. Quickly grabbing at the whip, Frank decides to give Reese some of her own medicine, using raw, unmitigated power to harshly yank, and though he didn't aim for anywhere specific, he won't lose any sleep if she lands on her face, or head, or neck...
COMBATSYS: Frank successfully hits Reese with Strong Throw.
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Frank 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Reese
Just as the whip is about safely back at her, large hands grab for it. She starts to give it a tug, to coil it back to her hip when he's yanking it forward. Tumbling off her perch, Reese actually doesn't land //on// the boardwalk, but the sand below. The crash is enough to knock the wind out of her temporarily. Staring up at the cloudy gray sky, she takes a deep breath and pushes back to her feet.
The man is a powerhouse, but that doesn't mean it's one shot and she's out.
Once she's up and on her feet she quickly assesses the situation again. Needing to free the whip, she swings under the rail of the boardwalk, running straight toward him. Holding the handle tightly, she swings it upward as she leaps. A swift punch is cracked at his cheek as she yanks the whip free and coils it at her side.
COMBATSYS: Frank endures Reese's Medium Punch.
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Frank 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Reese
Taking a fair punch across his face, the almost prolifically ugly mug of Frank snaps back a fraction, but he sizes her up, finding her right in his 'range' to do so. Instantly snaking his arms around and ignoring the pain surging through his face, Frank tried to grab the waist of Reese and -squeeze-. He wanted to stop her a bit, maybe get some of that air out of her lungs, maybe she'll dance around less with a cracked rib or 12.
Of course, he wasn't gonna kill a woman if it worked, and so, after only 3 or for squeezes, he'd toss her aside, of course assuming this all worked...
COMBATSYS: Reese fails to counter Bearhug from Frank with Artifact Snare.
- Power fail! -
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Frank 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Reese
It takes just a fraction of a second for the Aussie to realize what the big lug is attempting to do. Hand immediately latching to the whip again, she swings it out to make a very valiant attempt at snaring it around one of the arms coming toward her and swinging him away again. Reese miscalculates how quickly she needs to snap the whip in order to counteract the massive amount of pain she's about to feel, and so she's caught up in a bearhug.
It's in that moment that she wholly decides how much she dislikes being hugged -- a likely byproduct of her childhood and upbringing. She does struggle a bit at first, but then goes lax just before he tosses her aside, which is to her benefit as her body just sort of ragdolls against the planks of the boardwalk.
After ensuring she's not actually broken anywhere else, she reaches up with her left hand to assess the damage to her ribs and curses quite loudly.
"Guess I'll be needing black sequins for a while," she mutters under her breath. To hide the bruising at any rate. Black or purple... anything else'd just make the bruises more noticeable.
He saw her down there, checking her ribs, looking prone, and if she looked up, she might see the features of the powerful giant soften a little. True, that cap had shadow splayed across where his eyes would normally be, but to get metafictional for a moment, it was really just an artistic style that didn't hide in any way the emotion that might have been 'regret', in his eyes. Frank spoke out, lowering his fists a bit, waiting for her to get up at her pace.
"Yer know...I don't like hurting yer. And I don't hit nerbudy can't stand up."
He waited, then, and the ball was in her court once more.
COMBATSYS: Frank takes no action.
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Frank 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Reese
Reese is tempted, so //very// tempted to play it up. To stay down longer than necessary. To pretend to be the damsel in distress and fake throwing in the towel just to get a sucker punch, or another throw in.
That's just not really her way though, so instead of deceiving the gargantuan man, she snorts and pushes to her feet. It's a slow push, a wobbly one, but she eventually stabilizes.
Quietly, she coils the whip back up and attaches it to the holster. Eyes level on the man, but rather than surge forward again she gently touches her fingers to the grip of her guns and takes a deep breath. Silvery energy seems to focus at her hands for a few moments before a glow encompasses her entire body.
COMBATSYS: Reese gathers her will.
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Frank 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Reese
Nodding, he watched her rise, and saw the defiance, the fire in her eyes...nodding, he had nothing but respect for this.
Then he saw her grab her guns, and he blitzed toward her as fast as he could, he didn't want to get shot in the goddamn mouth. Both his arms stretching out like a 'T', he swatted both his hands together, trying to clap them loudly...with her head inbetween that clap! He aimed for her ears, trying to scramble her brains before she could blast him.
COMBATSYS: Reese blocks Frank's Bell Ringer.
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Frank 1/-------/=======|=======\======-\1 Reese
The Aussie may well be focused on the energy, but that doesn't mean she can't see a giant barreling toward her along the sand. Really, Frank's the type that's //hard// to miss. So while Reese can't exactly drop to the ground and get out of the way, she can avoid having her head crushed in the meaty hands. Arms swing up to either side of her head, and while it's a strain of her strength she manages to keep him from knocking her senseless. The arms are going to be extremely bruised come morning -- the red marks on them now a clear indication of this -- but that's a small price to pay.
Taking a hop backward, she grins at the big man. Then she swirls both guns out of the holsters and takes aim. A barrage of super-charged energy shaped like bullets is fired off. As the barrage gets closer to him it seems that the energy comes together and a final shot from the guns finishes it off, in essence creating on large Bullet Bill-type form of energy that blasts toward Frank before exploding.
COMBATSYS: Reese successfully hits Frank with Number One With a Bang!.
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Frank 1/--=====/=======|===----\-------\0 Reese
He saw the blast, and he felt the explosion, but Frank just hunkered down, gritting his teeth and taking it. His wifebeater suffered, blowing clear off from his left shoulder, now partially ripped and hanging from his muscular, lightly hairy frame. He staggered forward, clearly woozy by the power-packed hit, then taking another...then another, lurching toward her like some kind of zombie. With his hands again reaching up, he again aimed at Reese's head, but this wasn't some swooping untrained swing, Frank was trying to grab Reese's skull in his hands, and in his pain-filled delirium, he wanted to crush it, squeezed it with his massive mitts until the tomb hunter's cranium imploded.
"RAAAAAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Reese dodges Frank's Head Squeeze.
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Frank 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Reese
There will be //no// implosion of Reese's head today, thank you very much. When the gargantuan man comes lurching toward her again, with the arms coming toward her cranium, she dropped to the sandy ground and rolled out of his way. Which puts her right on path with the boardwalk once more. Hoisting herself up onto it, she takes a deep breath and then spins to face him.
"Just because you're a bloke with humongous hands doesn't mean you need to be squishing my head like a bug, mate."
Hopping up onto the rail again, she takes a second and then leaps off of it, sending a kick at the man's head. Nothing flashy, no tricks up her sleeve this time. Just a foot flung-out kick before she lands on the sand.
COMBATSYS: Frank blocks Reese's Medium Kick.
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Frank 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Reese
There was no talking to Frank, not right now. He saw her kick, as he lurched around slowly, and bringing up his massive hand, he absorbed the blow of it in his forearm. Launching out, he aimed a headbutt for her face, followed by a flurry of wild, swoping shots, punches, slaps, backhands and forearm shots, he clearly wasn't aiming much more than "arms should hit the girl's head". It was also clear that Frank was getting a bit tired now...
COMBATSYS: Reese counters Jab Light Flurry Combo from Frank with In Situ.
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Frank 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Reese
With a flurry of punches coming for her head, the Aussie can really only do //one// thing. Well actually, she //could// do plenty but all she really wants to do is punch back. So she meets the flurry of backhands and slaps with a good solid punch of her own, breaking past his monstrous arms to slam her fist against his chest.
Without allowing Frank time to react to //that// course of action, she swings about in a roundhouse kick. Granted, this won't actually put //much// distance between them. Reese's kick is powerful enough, but not so powerful as to send a three hundred pound man sprawling backward. Still, it gives her a bit of space in which to breathe and keeps those striking arms from coming anywhere near her head.
Frank took a kick to his chops immediately after taking a punch to his chest that made his heart stop momentarily, and though he didn't react to it outwardly, his blood was pumping through his veins and ears enough to cloud his vision and deafen him to anything else happening. Furthermore, he was moments away from dropping like broken heap. Lips curling back in a silent snarl, he reached for her head, once again. He tried to lift her up off the ground with that amazing power, and slam her face-first, into the ground, be it sand, or the boardwalk itself.
COMBATSYS: Reese dodges Frank's Faceplanter.
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Frank 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Reese
Big hand reaching for head again, and Reese drop-rolls to the side. Rolling back up to her feet immediately afterward, she's honestly about to ask the man why he keeps going for her noggin when she decides it's better just to be silent and try to finish him off before he can attempt it again.
Bringing the whip back into play, she snaps it at the sand, causing a swirl of dust and granules to pop upward. Rather than strike him with it though, she comes in with another sharp kick toward his shin in an attempt to bring him down.
COMBATSYS: Frank dodges Reese's Medium Kick.
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Frank 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Reese
Frank wasn't even paying attention, tired out, close to falling, the behemoth staggered around, actually not 'dodging' the kick as he just benefited from the best possible time to stagger away..he was breathing heavily, not really looking at Reese, as his eyes were just pointed in her direction. The ball was in her court.
COMBATSYS: Frank takes no action.
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Frank 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Reese
With the kick not having worked, and her opponent still standing, Reese boggles at the situation. Head cocking to the left, she sets one hand to the closest gun, the other swirls the whip around in the sand. For a second or two, she doesn't move. Not in the least. Just the quiet swish of leather in the sand.
Suddenly, the whip springs up like an Australian Tiger Snake flaring up out of the sand. This time it's lashed out swiftly with multiple cracks and snaps, striking for the knees and shins in a snakekiller technique. The motion repeated over and over until her arm grows sore from the repetition.
COMBATSYS: Reese successfully hits Frank with Excavation.
- Power hit! -
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Frank 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Reese
COMBATSYS: Frank takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Frank can no longer fight.
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What is there to say? Frank fell, taking every single snapping attack to his legs and knees, each one shredding part of his jeans and by the end of it, blood filled his boots. He almost didn't even feel it, but attempting to step forward, the muscles were too shredded to cooperate, and fresh pain ran up his spine and overloaded his brain. He fell hard, face-first to the ground, not moving for a long while.
The ball was in Reese's court. It made the basket.
"Crikey, but you're a tough one," Reese muses, wincing as he hits the sand face-first. At least it was the sand and not the wooden boards of the boardwalk, which would likely have hurt a hell of a lot worse. She waits until the medics make their way to him to ensure he's still breathing -- at least they're not in the midst of a sandstorm, so it's not like Frank's going to be left behind like poor Faolan was.
Raising one arm up in victory, the other curls across her body to protect her ribs. They hurt immensely, and she'll have them checked out in time even if there's little to be done but wrapping them.
Before she's taken to have the ribs wrapped, she can't help but make a parting barb to the large man's friend. "Guess you'll be having to do the baking, mate." Winking at him, she lets herself be taken off to the side for the medical attention and to catch her damned breath. Phew!
COMBATSYS: Reese has ended the fight here.
Log created on 17:22:43 10/30/2011 by Reese, and last modified on 09:47:47 10/31/2011.