Description: Brett Neuer and Zach Glen clash in Match 3 of the NDP Championships! (Winner: Zach)
Masters Arena - Red Stadium
NDP Season 2 Quarter Finals
Brett Neuer vs Zach Glen
The stage is set for the NDP Quarter Finals, and the first round of B Block brings one newcomer and one veteran to the center stage. Zach Glen, by fiat of NDP rankings, is already on the beach, looking around at the arena for a moment as he slowly stretches out. The crowd is already pretty amped up, and the unfamiliar wash of emotion from those in attendence is mildly intimidating to the psion. Still, he goes through the motions, waving to the crowd as he waits for Brett Neuer to make his entrance.
The boxer seems ready for the fight, despite only really knowing about Brett from the interview he saw. If nothing else, the fight should be interesting...
While the Arena is a beatufilu thing...it's gonna be a harsh mess for Brett Neuer to work on. After all, none of the terrain seems made for skates, and it kind of shows as the hockey kid slowly tries to push himself along the ground after coming off the walkway. He glances around, taking a deep breath. He's used to audiences, being a hockey player and all. But not to being a focus, and the NDP fights tended toward smaller groups of spectators.
Trying to shake off the unease though, he pushes himself forward, glancing toward the boxer who he presumes is his opponent. "Good luck, Mr. Glen," he says, a small nod toward Zach before a gloved hand claps onto the helmet atop his head. He makes sure it's all secured, before he goes through the motions of his pre-fight checklist. Geez...maybe he needs to rethink his usual fighting gear at this rate, if fights are gonna be on this uneven of space...
Zach eyes all of the gear carefully. His only real concession to safety is the pair of MMA-style gloves covering his fists. His physical style is primarily boxing, but the psion is known to employ some... off-kilter techniques in his fights. He particularly makes note of the skates. Interesting, he thinks. He's reminded of, faintly, of Riko Koganei. And then Neuer addresses him.
"Tell you what," Zach says jovially, "You don't call me Mister, and I won't call you kid, okay?" Golden energy boils up Zach's body as he focuses on Brett's larger frame. Opening his left hand, Zach gives Brett a 'come hither' gesture that he might have picked up from spar sessions with Ken Masters.
COMBATSYS: Zach has started a fight here.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.
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Zach 0/-------/---====|
COMBATSYS: Brett has joined the fight here.
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Zach 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Brett
It's certainly a thing, seeing Brett with nearly a foot on his opponent and yet acting like the neophyte. Of course, comparing histories and records, it wasn't hard to see why. He definitely was a rookie compared. "...huh? Oh..s-sure," he mutters at Zach's comment, swallowing a bit as he tries to keep that in mind. With his checklist all cleared and done with, the hockey kid took a firm grip of his stick. "Good luck," he says....
Before hunching down into a face off stance, heel of his stick smacking into the ground. Soft as it was, there wasn't a nice, firm CRACK like if he had hit the street, but it does the same job regardless, giving him a wake-up call to put himself into that 'game face' of his'. His head dipped until it tilts back up, showing a much more focused expression on the younger fighter's face. "Ready..." he says deeply, earlier signs of nebbishness gone.
And when the signal for the fight comes? He's in motion already. Knowing it's going to be hard to build up any sort of decent speed on this terrain, he doesn't bother with his usual habit of starting with a straight-off sprint. No, instead he reels his stick back, held parallel just below shoulder level before his weight shifts, and the stick swings down and forward. The scrape across the ground before him ends with the creation of a cool-blue crest of energy, racing across the grassy ground straight toward the boxer.
COMBATSYS: Zach overcomes Shark Crest from Brett with Blast Punch.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brett
Soul Power flows up Zach's torso and down Zach's right arm and into the fist that is already cocked back to throw a right straight. Much like Brett, Zach's not going to simply charge in. That fin of energy comes racing towards the psion, who grins a bit. Looks like he had missed his guess.
However, that doesn't seem like too much of a problem as Zach simply changes the purpose of the gathered energy. "LET'S DO IT!" Zach throws the straight anyway, the mass of psychic energy following the motion of the punch before launching off of the extended fist! The Blast Punch slams into Brett's Shark Crest in a detonation of soul and ice. When the dust clears, a spherical mass of amber Soul Power is still racing towards Brett.
COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Zach's Blast Punch.
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Zach 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Brett
That was...not a good start apparently. It's quickly apparrent that while Brett's worked on his own energy abilities lately, whatever Zach has is miles beyond, punching through the cold arc of chi and plowing straight toward the hockey kid in an amber sphere. Eyes widen, as the winger is forced to quickly brace with arms crossed and stick down as well. He's able to put up a guard for it...but considering how far he was pushed back by it, it's fairly obvious that it did enough through Brett's guard. "Ow..."
Wincing as he finally gets out of his guard, he tries to push himself in and forward. Despite the rocky going, he manages to advance, and get enough speed that he can drop in and try to slide a kick with both skates directly toward Zach's ankles. It's not his usual modus operandi...but this isn't his usual fight either.
COMBATSYS: Zach dodges Brett's Light Kick.
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Zach 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Brett
Zach slips to his left, letting Brett sail by with careful eyes. "Not bad," Zach says. He was betting that Brett would have taken what was left of the blast cleanly. However, the hockey player seems a little worse for wear regardless.
Zach waits, allowing Brett a chance to regain his footing. Once it's clear Brett's on his feet and ready to go, Zach is dashing in close, firing two alternating quick punches to Brett's body before leaping from the younger man. Bursts of Soul Power accompany both punches, adding impact and flare to the otherwise textbook punches.
COMBATSYS: Brett fails to interrupt Rapid Combo from Zach with Hurricane Check EX.
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Zach 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Brett
The sliding kick fails, forcing Brett to push himself back up as quick as he possibly could before he got pounced on again. And while he's able to get up before Zach can overwhelm him before he has the chance, Brett doesn't seem much better off either way. The quick punches to his body come, and the hockey kid's first instinct is to meet force with force.
His stick rises, a blur of blue cold energy surrounding it...but as the stick comes high, the blows go low and hammer into Brett before he can hit the boxer. "Guhh..." The bursts of amber energy stab into him along with the body blows, his padding giving no protection as the kid nearly collapses from those hits alone and drops to a knee, coughing.
Zach's eyes narrow a bit. Seeing the kid this clearly outmatched... Zach is ovbiously not used to being the overpowering one. He regains an orthodox stance, waiting for Brett to recover a bit. "Fight through it, Neuer," Zach says firmly. "There are strong fighters in this tournament. Some of them are stronger than I am." There's no taunting in his tone. Zach is expressing simple fact.
The psion simply watches, and waits for Brett to make his move. "Show everyone why you deserve to be here." There a faint, very faint, tone of encouragement in Zach's words. He'll drag a good fight out of this rookie, as best he can.
COMBATSYS: Zach takes no action.
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Zach 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Brett
Part of Brett knows that Zach isn't meaning to be taunting or whatever, and the former winger knows that there's plenty of strength in this tournament. Considering he's fought everyone in the semis at least once aside from one person, he knows pretty well what they can be capable of.
Still, when the boxer just stands back, waiting for Brett to get up, there's no small amount of frustration on his face. Diving in, not even bothering to fully straighten up, he tries to check at the psion again, this time swinging hard and trying to smash his stick across his ribs. It may be matter of fact, but Brett isn't fishing for pity, and he doesn't want people looking back at this fight and saying he only got this close because his opponent kept dropping his hands.
COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Brett's Medium Strike.
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Zach 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Brett
Zach's eyes smile a bit as Brett charges in. "Good," is all he says as twists his torso a bit, dropping his arms to prevent the hockey stick from catching him in the ribs. "Keep at it." Zach continues to twist a bit further.
"Show me what you got, Neuer!" Zach pulls that right fist back, channels power through it. The energy shifts, forming into an armored gauntlet. "Leave all in the ring!" Zach drives that fist at Brett's torso, stepping in even as he rotates at the hips and shoulders to add more power to the heavy strike!
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Brett with Haymaker Punch.
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Zach 0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1 Brett
Leave it all in the ring...that's pretty much all Brett is about to do at this point. He barely even gets a chunk off of Zach as his stick strike meets the boxer's guard. And in return...well, he knew he couldn't absorb any more of those blows even if he tried to guard them or block them with his own gloves or stick. And while Brett wasn't much of a dodger, he tried his best to pull away from the super-powered punch driving for his chest.
It's not to be though, the hard, full powered straight sending Brett back tumbling in one blow, gasping and straining for breath as it feels like his chest is nearly collapsed. "GUHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...hhhhhguUUUHhhhhhh..." comes the hard sucking sounds, body shaking as he tries to push himself back up to his feet again. Despite his best intents, he's getting manhandled here. Leave it all in the ring, huh?...well, that's all he can do...and all Brett can and is able to do this point is just charge in once more. Staying true to his bulldogging style, he tries to push in and lay an elbow into Zach's face. Then another, hopefully...and another, hopefully hitting enough to turn the elbows into punches....and then turn the punches into a finishing hard check to the face with his dropped stick. But try and do are two distinctly different things...
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Zach with Broad Street Barrage.
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Zach 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Brett
But you never do if you don't try.
Zach's eyes narrow, trying to discern Brett's next move, is pleased by the younger man's determination. The first elbow strikes cleanly, staggering the psion. Another elbow sends Zach staggering back enough to turn the elbows into straight punches, causing the psychic to reel back to attempt to get some distance between himself and Brett.
The winger is on a roll, though, and Zach lets out a grunt of pain as the stick drives him into the sands. He stays down for a moment before forcing himself to his knees. He shakes his head back and forth, dispelling the cobwebs before eyeing Brett sternly. A trickle of blood runs down the middle of his face where the stick slammed into his head. "Excellent," Zach says as he calls on the depth of his Soul Power. "Nice power on that one."
"You'll go far one day," Zach says, before charging in at Brett, trying to grab the larger man's jersey!
COMBATSYS: Brett fails to interrupt Meteor Shoot from Zach with Medium Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Brett can no longer fight.
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Zach's grip is firm, and Soul Power surges through his body. "It's just that..." Zach turns as he pulls down hard on Brett's jersey, starting into a spin. "Today." Zach pulls Brett off of his feet, spinning in place. "Is not." Building up speed, Zach times his rotations to through Brett onto the grass. It ought to be a little softer than the rest of the arena. "That day!"
Zach releases, hurling the winger up and off of the beach, spinning in place one more time as he builds up a sphere of Soul Power between his now empty hands. "It was a good effort, though," Zach says honestly before hurling the basketball-sized sphere of psychokinetic energy at the man in short-term flight.
At least Brett finally broke through with that one big rush. He can at least say that much. Stumbling after the finishign check, the former winger tries his best to keep himself steady and keep up on his feet as he tursn back. He didn't expect that one barrage to finish it, but he really didn't have much else left in the tank at this rate.
All he could do was try and meet Zach's charge with his own, hoping to stall him off with another smash of his stick. But it's not to be, as his shirt is grabbed, and with all force, Zach is able to spin him around, flinging him about the fighting area like a rag doll before throwing him off toward the sands. ANd before he could land? That sphere of energy slammed into his back, plowing him completely into the arena walls in a heap, remaining flattened against it until he slowly peels off and crumples to the ground. No need to check there: the poor kid is out cold no matter how you look at it.
Zach stands there, seemingly calm as the referee counts Brett out. The only sign that he is distrubed is the clenching of both fists, and the trembling of the lower arms as the counting continues. This... didn't feel like a fight to him. This felt like bullying. It doesn't sit well at all with the psion.
As soon as the bell rings to end the fight, Zach is pounding up the beach towards Brett. He slides to a halt, shoving the referee aside before rubbing his hands together. A warm glow builds up before Zach pulls his hands apart,motes of green interspersed amongst the gold.
The psychic takes a brief moment to focus before placing those glowing hands on Brett's torso, hoping to ease the pain and help the winger's body sort out the injuries.
While it looks worse than it really is, Brett is pretty much out cold, and regardless of what healing Zach attempts in the post fight, admist the clapping and concern of the audience...well, he's not going to be waking up from this fight. Not for a while at least.
Log created on 16:50:51 06/03/2012 by Zach, and last modified on 10:35:56 06/04/2012.