Dana Zane
The end of the world.
Vanessa walks up to the counter. She looked around for a second. It seemed that it was some sort of tournament happening. This piqued her interest. At the least, she wanted to know what this tournament held in terms of participants. "Excuse me. I'd like a spot in the tournament in the uhhhh yellow bracket I guess. Think you can do that for me, buddy?"
"Don't forget about me. We can double team the person by unfusing" dusk voice is heard in her head.