Scene #2575: Match of the Millenium

Owner	Pose
Cory	So after flying around for about fifteen minutes with Wesley probably piggy-backing (a feat that doesn't seem to have Cory slowed down at all), she spots a good area down in the planetary plains. A mostly empety expanse of grass... a meadow surrounded by light woods and no civilization for several miles. "Perfect!" DOWN she goes, landing in the fields and thankfully doing so slowly enough that her passenger shouldn't have any trouble hopping off on stop. She's wearing the orangish-red gi of the Turtle School, tail now wrapped about her waist, and is just full of pep. Her black eyes are practically twinkling with enthusiasm and the moment they've touched down she executes a few flips that transition smoothly into stretching her legs and arms...
Wesley Wilson	Wesley admittedly could have flown, but he never passes up the opportunity to fly on the back of a woman! While she's stretching, he just kind of starts downing a bottle of Mountain Dew. He's less formally trained than even Cory, as he's had exactly zero of it. He likely has no idea why people stretch. "You want some?" he asks, holding out his bottle to her while hew aits for her to finish. "You can start whenever." he assures, seeming totally relaxed, as if a fight's not about to happen.
Cory	Cory pauses in her workout to eye the bottle, but then waves it off wearing an easygoing grin. "NAh, you enjoy it. Later'll be time to pig out. For right now..." Apparently totally cool with Wesley's laid-back methodology, she taks a stance with both hands out and knees slightly bent. "Show me what you've got!"
Wesley Wilson	Wesley jumps into the air as he screws the cap back onto his bottle, doing a very simply front flip. His guitar seems to not actually get in the way, apparently caught up in the same momentum as his flip, and he turns the bottle upside down, trying to slam the hard cap end of it into the top of her head. Inexplicably, she'll find that the bottle won't simply pop or smash in between the force of their strength, it will actually function as a painful, even if non-lethal, weapon that stays fully intact. Even more surprisingly, it's a hell of a lot of force. "Hope that ain't enough to take you out."
Cory	The assault Wesley's bringing on is so bizarre Cory almost doesn't take it seriously. Only at the last moment does she bring up both arms as a guard to absorb the impact. Which shouldn't normally work, for anyone who knows martial arts. But the bottle slams into those arms HARD. The arms don't break. The bottle doesn't break. Wesley doesn't break and Cory doesn't break. But SOMETHING has to give. And it does. The ground cracks, with Cory's feet shoved a whole foot down. But just blocking that with all her might was a strain... one that's left her shocked. "Just how strong ARE you?! Looks like full power it is! KAIOKEN... TIMES SIX!" Which isn't at all full power, but it's enough for her to SHOVE the bottle back and execute a stunning backflip. During it her hands slide up both sleeves and yank out bands of weights... which THUMP to the ground with mighty impacts. She does the same under the gi, bringing out two big belts that'd been around her shoulders. lastly, weighted leggings slide out from under the orange fabric just before she lands. Judging by all the impacts, each is HUNDREDS OF POUNDS. "Alright, let's try that--" FWOOOOSH! "AGAAAAIN!" And then she's OFF the gound, speeding at Wesley with a punch for the gut!
Wesley Wilson	Wesley suddenly doubles over when she moves -way- faster than he's expecting, falling to one knee while holding his stomach. "Ffffuck... that hurt." He tries to breathe, and then she can see drops of blood beginning to sweat from his skin, until it completely coats his body under his clothes, a hair's width. Shiny and chrome. Then he's standing back up, regaining his composure. "Alright, I ain't got none of that, but let's go!" He pushes his feet against the ground, thrusting forward. One would expect some logical attack like a punch or a kick perhaps, but instead he bends his both back, and slams his torso and head forward to headbutt her as hard as he can. Of course, this will disorient -him- as well, but he doesn't seem to care one bit. He doesn't hold back in the way that one normally would, he just plain doesn't seem to -care- what damage he does to himself.
Cory	What the heck? The strange shimmery 'bleeding' is bizarre and distracting, leaving Cory perfectly open to the SURPRISE HEADBUTT. What's startling is that her cranium doesn't CRACK at the impact, although she is sent stumbling backwards. She's forced to roll backwards and again onto her feet but with one hand rubbing the injury... which, oddly enough, is bleeding. "You hit like a train! AWESOME! But what's wrong with your SKIN?!" One deep breath later and she re-engages, rushing forward THIS time with a series of wild punches in store!
Wesley Wilson	"This ain't my skin, I turned my blood into armor." Wesley explains as he holds up his arms, trying to keep up a defense for those wild punches. But some get through, and he takes some of the punches to the face, spitting out blood but constantly leaning forward. His feet start to dig into the ground from the force of her punches, trying to keep himself from flying back. He's clearly not as fast as even an average Saiyan, so he's blocking like so many boxers he's seen on television. "Fuck, you hit hard too, and you're way too damned fast!" Out of the blue, he thrusts his leg forward, trying to use all of that sudden force to slam into her gut. While his other foot keeps a good bit of leverage with being dug into the ground. "It's fun, though!"
Cory	"... You did WH--" Cory's thrown of kilter from the blow to the gut. Air and spittle fly from her mouth along with a little bit of blood. But she rolls with the blow well enough - SOMEHOW propelling herself away a few yards. Well, the 'how' is pretty easy. If she can fly, she can certainly use that trick to stay balanced! "Yoww ow... where'd you learn to fight? A back alley?! Brutal..." But it's got her grinning. So, too, does her current plan. Slamming both hands together, Cory gathers a bit of Ki in her outstretched palms and launches a blueish beam as thick as her leg for Wesley!
Wesley Wilson	"Well yeah, where else am I gonna learn to fight?" Wesley actually answers this sincerely, as if he did -indeed- learn to fight in a back alley! But when that beam comes, all Wesley can do is, well... oh right. He reaches behind him and pulls his guitar from his back, then he suddenly swings it at the ki, hitting it like a baseball. Of course, he wasn't expecting it to suddenly -explode-, which blows him quite a few feet away, laying on the ground. He coughs, some of that armor blown from his hands and arms. "Ugh... so you can do stuff like that, huh?" He grips the end of his guitar, then holds it up to the sky, dark clouds starting to gather. "Whosoever holds this mighty axe, if they be metal, shall possess the power of Wesley!" he shouts, before a large bolt of lightning crashes down over his body. Then he starts playing a guitar riff, which perhaps came to him out of no where, but it may sound suspiciously like Rock the Dragon. Electricity arcs through his fingers, through the -strings-, and then suddenly he points the axe at her and fires a large bolt of blue lightning from the tip of his guitar, aimed at her chest. "Hope this shit don't kill you!"
Cory	All one has to do is watch Cory and her thoughts are pretty obvious. With the sky darkening and clouds swirling at the behest of a GUITAR, her expression turns screwy and disbelieving. "... A magic GUITAR?" She's fast, but not as fast as LIGHTNING. All she can do is guard herself and, well, what good's THAT supposed to do? Both raised arms takes the brunt of the assault even though her whole body lights up and SMOKE rises from sizzling flesh. Growling in pain she is.. but killed or incapacitated? Not quite. Instead she endures it until the power dwindles... then... "KAIOKEN... TIMES NINE!" Crimson Ki pierces through the crackling electricity, and in that brief few seconds... "Kame... Hame... HAAAA!!" One swift motion, a very cut-short chargeup and with both hands thrust forward she unleashes a MASSIVE wave of energy, far outshining the last blast. "Same to you!!" .... Well, she's pretty sure it won't kill him. But it will probably hurt. IF it can overturn the lightning that it first slams into...
Wesley Wilson	Wesley actually -doesn't- meet it with lightning. He's beginning to learn that things, well, kind of explode if you just -hit- them. And he's not sure if beams are any different. What he does, however, he unhook one end of his guitar straps, then grabs the end of it, beginning to rapidly swing his guitar above his head. As the wind whips through the strings, she can hear a constant guitar riff, while the thunder in the sky seems to practically -drum- with it. This... this right here... is the power of -metal-. "I'm gonna use the power of the freakin' wind! Maybe -that- won't explode!" The wind gets heavier and heavier around him, though rather than turn into a tornado, it seems to constantly blow -forward-, pushing into the kamehameha, trying to hold it back and blow -her- back at the same time. But ultimately, he doesn't have quite enough time to gather as much wind as he needs to completely hold it back, due to how fast she charged and shot it. So it slams into his stomach, sending him flying far back and ending the storm. He even drops his guitar and keeps flying further and further back. "When the hell's this thing gonna -stop-?!" he asks, groaning from the sensation of power burning through that armor covering his stomach. Then, -finally-, he slams into a large boulder, rock and energy exploding in every direction. When the smoke finally clears, he's laying there with his shirt and pants in tatters, his chrome armor completely gone. "Fuuuck... that was good..."
Cory	And having endured all the lightning and then the wind and everything kicked up by the wind, and with all of that energy poured into the KAmehameha... Can that really be called a victory? As soon as the wicked winds die down, Cory tumbles down to her knees. Gasping and panting. The blazing aura dies almost instantly. "Aaaaauuuuuhuuuuawhh.... what the hell. That thing's crazy. Crazyawesome!" Yeah, if Wesley ain't getting up, she's not pushing the matter. Not until she can catch her breath anyways...
Wesley Wilson	"That was a good fight..." Wesley starts to push himself up, a few of his wounds healing, but not many. He's got plenty of scratches and bruises as he starts to walk back to her. "I ain't got that much energy left, I'm gonna try an' put it into healin' a little. Don't feel like bein' stuck in a hospital. I think we got a good feel for each other."
Cory	Well, Cory's less wounded, but probably just as exhausted. Upon catching her breath she rises up, gathers her weights (only to effortlessly reattach them) and hops over to Wesley, hands on her knees and leaning forward. "Haha! That was great. Whew... I haven't pushed that hard since the fight on Reptilon! You've got what it takes. Gonna enter the tournament?!"
Wesley Wilson	"Yeah, don't see why not. I signed up." Wesley stares down at her, then places his hand on her head. "Fuck, you're cute. But anyway, what the fuck is a Saiyan anyway?" he asks, looking back at the rubble he just walked out of. "I ain't ever seen that many people, except really powerful Scions and stuff, who can do stuff like that."
Cory	Blink blink. Cory's not used to this sort of contact and it shows. Her eyes widen a bit, curiosity mixing with perplexion and maybe a little embarassment, but she does her best to answer. "You're from uh... one of the Earths, I think? And not the same Earth I'm from. Well I'm from Planet Vegeta! ... Or we're from some other planet before that? Don't remember history too well. But space warriors. We're space warriors. I don't know why humans and us are so similar. At a glance only our tails stand out. But us, we're tough. Born fighters! Home planet has ten times the gravity compared to here. Maybe that's why."
Wesley Wilson	"Oh, that sounds cool. Wish I could fight in high gravity! Seems like I could learn a lot." Wesley turns around and crouches down, seemingly leaving his guitar laying on the ground. "It'll be fine, I'll just call it when we get to where ever. Climb on." he offers his back to her, reaching his hands behind him. "I found a world with shark people and they sell like a huge stack of burgers for like five bucks."
Cory	"Well, why can't you? I can show you some generators for really intense exercise! --... uh? YOU can fly?!" Now giving him something of an evil eye - quite a consternated look - she does as instructed... "But I'm famished, so you've got a date!"