Match of the Millennium

Description: When Hunter Grand arrives to remake wrestling in his image and establish his monarchy, a certain Demon Queen takes it as a personal affront. The Main Man has a few cards up his sleeve, though...

[GRAND]
The CWA Arena is PACKED as it always is. The fans have really come out tonight as there are more signs and more screaming than there normally would be. It may not be so easily spotted but there are a few hundred signs that are promoting something besides CWA RIOT.

For those viewing at home or on the net or however they're watching, including the JumboTron over the stage, the CWA Logo spins onto the screen... only to be smashed into pieces by the brutal arrival of green and gold words: THE HUNTER GRAND EXPERIENCE. As that text expands to fill the entire JumboTron, we move over to the announcer's table where the normal CWA commentators are nowhere to be found. Instead, there are a couple of beautiful women sitting at the table with headsets on. Let's hear what they have to say...

"Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the Cheapest in the World Arena where normally you would be tuning into some crap called CWA Riot. But not tonight!"

"No, tonight, you will be blessed to feast your eyes on something far more Grand! Tonight, you are tuned into the one..."

"The only..."

"HUNTER GRAND EXPERIENCE!"
"HUNTER GRAND EXPERIENCE!"

"I'm B.J. Moore."

"And I'm Constance Hoover."

"And let's get this show on the road!" B.J. quips.

"Yes, please, because I think my ass is stuck to this seat. Gross."

As if the cue had been given, which it likely has, Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva takes over the sound system with ease. The lights switch to a swirling combination of green and gold as the G-Tron flickers to life with the impressive highlight reel of the wrestler in question. The music plays for a bit and the stage lights up as six women dressed to undress make their way out onto the stage. They are carrying a golden throne on their shoulders and smiling the entire time. Seated atop that golden throne, robed to absolute glistening perfection, waving his holier-than-thou hand to the peasants watching (and booing), and rocking a jewel-encrusted crown is none other than the namesake of this here experience...

'THE MAIN MAN' HUNTER GRAND.

The women carry him all the way down the ramp and to the ring where they set the throne down. Four of these women build a series of steps to the apron of the ring... with their bodies. 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand takes his sweet time standing up from his throne and opening his robe to reveal the green and gold strapped around his waist; The HGX Grand Slam Championship Belt. His smug grin says it all as he steps on the backs of these women to step up onto the apron. The two remaining women focus on holding open the ropes for 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand to climb through. The moment he does, the women make themselves (and the throne) scarce.

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand holds up his microphone, which has been stylized in the manner of a royal scepter, and just continues to smug-mug at the crowd that clearly isn't too happy with how he's wasting their time or has taken over CWA Riot or maybe even how he's treating those women... it could be any number of things, honestly. What matters the most is that, well, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand just holds the microphone near his lips until they quiet down enough for him to speak. And even then he waits a full 38 seconds to finally say what he knows they all have been waiting for...

"You're Welcome."

As almost everyone in the arena launches into another set of boos (and obscenities) 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand revels in the disdain, wandering around the ring and soaking up the lack-of-applause. He does this for a good long while before heading back to the center of the ring and bringing that microphone back up to his lips for some more choice words.

"Wow. And I mean: wow." 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand just motions to the arena itself. "I can't believe you people came to a CWA Riot show! On purpose!" 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand cracks a smile.

The booing returns.

"Now hold on, hold on. Don't get your diapers overloaded you bunch of babies. The Grand One has taken it upon himself to stop this piece of shit show before it even begins. I've decided to bless you all with the Single Most Influential Organization in Sports and Entertainment: The Hunter Grand Experience."

There's even more booing.

"Now, normally, I would've opened the doors to the MGM Grand Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada for The Hunter Grand Experience. Which, if you're going to experience it, that's the only way to do it. But! Considering that you're all a bunch of dirty in-bred hicks and hippies, I don't think I want to have to waste the pocket change it would take to disinfect my place after you leave. So I think this shithole right here will do just fine. You're all used to places like this right? Not much nicer than the trailers you live in?"

Can there be any more boos?

"You can forget about whatever CWA Riot had planned for tonight because now that I've taken control of the situation, you're going to get a night that you fickle people don't deserve. A night of extraordinary talent. A night of impeccable skill and incredible style. A night of..." This is the part where 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand pauses dramatically for the annoyance of the CWA crowd.

"Me."

[LYRAELLE]
As the crowd continue to boo the Main Man, even getting up from their seats in the inverse of a standing ovation, a set of infernal green flame pyrotechnics erupt on either side of the stage, and the lights in the arena dim and shift to the same hue to match. Somewhat eerie, upbeat music played on bells and drums begins to pour from the speakers. The backstage entrance darkens and fills with green smoke as a humanoid silhouette starts to emerge - one whose bat-like wings and curved horns become evident as it moves ever closer to the stage.

"What's going on here, B.J.? This isn't part of the Hunter Grand Experience!"

"Somebody's trying to horn in on the Main Event! This is an outrage!"

Finally, the figure steps out of the smoke and into the baleful green illumination. A bright white spotlight washes over the figure, revealing the familiar form of a certain smiling celebrity succubus, just as she's raising a microphone of her own - less ostentatious, but with little purple bat wings on the sides - to her lips with her right hand while raising her left in greeting.

"Hello, minions~"

Lyraelle is dressed in her usual strapless purple thong leotard, gloves and matching thigh-high boots, her wings folded up and spade-tipped tail swaying behind her. She tilts her head to one side, holding up two fingers in a V next to her face and winking. The crowd pops - there may be a few boos, but for the most part, the demoness is the sort the fans will cheer, whether she's supposed to be the good guy or the bad guy. Here, of course, Grand has set the bar of 'bad guy' well above Lyraelle's ambient villainy level, making her the babyface of the situation.

"You weren't kidding about 'horning' in," B.J. says. "Is it Halloween again already?"

"Who does this loser think she is?" Constance asks.

Lyraelle allows the noise to die down before lowering her free arm to her side and raising her microphone once more while she starts to saunter back and forth on the stage.

"Ooh, boy, minions - it's been too /long/ since I've had the chance to grace you with my presence, hasn't it?"

Not unlike Grand, it's a little patronizing and arrogant - but her tone is sweet and a little cheeky, and the crowd eats it up.

"You know I love you all too much to stay away forever, though~ It's just a shame that our happy reunion has to be ruined by this trumped up /loser/ pretending to be royalty!"

Lyraelle whirls around, pointing accusingly at Grand with her free hand.

"And I, Queen Lyraelle, Sovereign of House Darkheart and Supreme Archduchess of Lyraelland, cannot abide a bourgeois poseur! And I intend to show all of these lovely people which one of us is worth swearing fealty to... as if they didn't already know~"

She winks coyly at the crowd.

COMBATSYS: Grand has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Jonathan Bravo has joined the fight here on the left meter side.

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COMBATSYS: Jonathan Bravo has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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[GRAND]
When the entire demeanor of the arena changes to that that does not belong to him, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand looks like he's about to throw a fit. He's stomping back and forth across the ring as he's interrupted by this... this... freakshow! He kind of allows her the time to speak if only because he wants to let loose with another one of his catch phrases.
"SHUUUUUUUUUUUSH!"

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand holds his hand up right in the middle of the ring. As it lowers, it folds into a finger that's aimed to point right into the direction of the one that seems to be called Lyraelle.

"You'll have to excuse me, I couldn't quite catch your name because of all... this." 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand makes a face and handwave of disgust in Lyraelle's direction. He's clearly not impressed with whatever the holy hell she's decided to wear and or represent here at this time. And he certainly doesn't seem to be willing to bring himself to care about anything more than she's interrupting The Hunter Grand Experience. Big mistake.

"So I think I'm just going to call you the Horny Halloween." 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand takes a moment to laugh at his own horrible joke. His laughter, of course, is the only laughter that matters.

The crowd is full of boos and groans for that one.

B.J. Moore and Constance Hoover spend this moment cackling into their headsets.

Of course, though, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand has more to say, "So let me get this straight, Ho Ha.." He smug grins his way through that shortened nickname he just thought up on the spot in such a glorious manner. "First, you have the nerve to interrupt The Grand One. Secondly, you have the audacity to speak about His Royal Grandness in such a defamatory manner that I'm not even sure you understand how much trouble you've just bought yourself. And then, to top it all off, you dare to challenge me, The Single Most Exhilarating Individual in Sports and Entertainment History, The Grand One, His Royal Grandness, The Superior Superstar... 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand, to a match." 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand looks around himself and the space he's in. "In /this/ very ring?"

Despite the fact that it's 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand talking, there's a chance for some action and some violence so the crowd pops for 'this very ring' more than anything else.

"Listen. If you want these idiots to serve and worship the ground you drag your hooves on, that's fine with me. You can have them. They weren't Grandwagon material in the first place."

Here comes some more boos. Not that they wanted to be in the Grandwagon anyway but just because: rude!

"But! Before I decide if I'm going to bless you with the ass whooping that you seem to be begging me for, I'm going to give you the opportunity of a lifetime. I'm going to give you a chance that not many get. I'm going to let you stay right there, get down on your knees, put those pretty little annoying lips together, apologize to The Grandest of All Time, and..."

Smug Grin fades into a much more angry facial expression to perhaps show just how unhinged he may actually be underneath all this superiority.

"KISS. MY. ASS."

[LYRAELLE]
The pink-haired hellion on the stage continues to pace in an almost feline manner, tail continuing to flick with increasing agitation in the air behind her as she moves, emerald-green eyes locked on 'The Main Man' as she allows him to retort. As he finishes speaking, a little side show plays out at the commentators' desk as a third chair rolls up to join those belonging to B.J. and Constance.

"Eww! What the heck are you supposed to be? Security!" Constance says with loathing in her voice.

"'Scuse me! Sorry, ladies! Her Infernal Majesty has a contractual requirement that I be allowed full participation in any match commentary involving Queen Lyraelle, whether I like it or not," says a short and squat red imp as he climbs up onto his chair, standing so that he can see over the desk before pulling out a stack of cue cards. "Now, I just need a sec to shuffle the deck."

In the meanwhile, Lyraelle finally takes the opening to raise her microphone up and reply to Grand, her eyes half-lidded and unimpressed as she starts to saunter down the ramp toward the ring.

"The name, Your Rudeness, is Lyraelle, the Demon Queen and Mistress of Minions."

The demoness flutters up suddenly, vaulting over the ring ropes to land on the mat before starting to stalk around the perimeter, circling Grand like a cat.

"And as much as I love Halloween, this is me three hundred sixty five days a year - and I intend to show you just how real all of this is," the succubus says before sweeping her hands down to indicate herself before snapping the gloved fingers of her empty hand to produce a green flame above her palm before snuffing it out.

"So if anyone's going to be getting down on their knees, apologizing, and puckering up, I think I speak for all of the minions out there in the audience when I say: you first."

Lyraelle gives a signature head-tilt and two-fingered V before sticking her tongue out at Grand in a display of utter disrespect that riles the crowd.

Somewhere in the audience, a 'You first!' chant starts to gain momentum and volume.

[GRAND]
You First!
You First!
You First!

This chanting has 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand stomping around the inside of the ring like he's unable to contain his fury and rage. The overdramatic display of anger is perfect fodder for the cameras that are strategically placed around the ring. They're getting every angry facial expression and fist shove of the air.

"Wow! Can you believe the inane prattle that's spewing from this woman's mouth?!" Constance Hoover seems to be quite appalled at this affront to His Royal Grandness. "No respect for our King!"

"I'm still on the elf thing." B.J. is still staring at the red imp that's invading their commentary space. She may care about what's going on in the ring in a few moments but right now... what the imp?!

Now that the demoness is in This Very Ring, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand's movements finally come to more of a halt than all the movement before. He keeps a hand out to keep space between himself and her. Just in case she tries to sneak attack him.

"You may have all your little minions fooled, Liarelle, but you don't fool me. I see right through your Royal Bullshit." 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand takes a few steps to plant himself as up close and personal to Lyraelle as possible while still keeping that microphone up to show that he's not done talking quite yet.

"But if you want to go right here, right now? Then I can't think of anything more I want in this world at this very moment." 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand unbuckles his HGX Grand Slam Championship from around his waist and walks it over to the side where he lays it on the apron. He stalks back over to Lyraelle and points dead in her face. "Just you..."

With that said he walks away again to pull himself out of his robe. It gets yanked off him in angry preparation for the battle to come. He stalks back to Lyraelle after throwing his robe out of the ring. "And me and..."

"... my..." 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand walks away again, this time turning his head and microphone off towards the ramp, "GUAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRDS!"

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand scrambles out of the ring just as two wild-haired, badass looking sumbitches come rushing out onto the stage. They are clearly a pair of tag team brothers that are dressed both to impress... and probably kick ass. And they are HYPE! It takes them no time at all to start rushing down the ramp and towards the ring, despite the boo-ing and whatever else that comes from the crowd at this cruel turn of events and juncture.

COMBATSYS: Frenzy has joined the fight here.

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Grand            0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0           Frenzy

COMBATSYS: Ruckus has joined the fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Lyraelle has joined the fight here on the top side.

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Grand            0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0           Frenzy
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COMBATSYS: Frenzy has joined the fight here on the left meter side.

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[LYRAELLE]
The crowd is roaring as Grand's Royal Guard run down toward the ring, escalating the showdown while also providing an exit for His Royal Grandness.

Lyraelle is clearly shocked by this turn of events - her eyes go wide and her mouth hangs open for a moment as she's distracted by the two brothers. When she whirls around to try and confront Grand directly, only to find that he's slipped out to the side, she lets out a ring-rattling stomp and growl, practically throwing a tantrum. She drops the microphone and runs over to the ropes, hanging onto them and bouncing up and down as she starts giving Grand a piece of her mind. The precise words she uses are unintelligible over the noise of the crowd, but the scalding look in her eyes is enough information to derive the general gist of her tirade from.

"Oh, Her Majesty isn't going to like this. At this rate, I just hope I don't get drafted," Red Minion remarks from the commentary table.

The furious she-fiend whirls around as the new arrivals make their way into the ring, her elf-like ears flattening at the sides of her head and green eyes narrowing. She makes a show of tugging at the ends of each of her elbow-length purple gloves in a manner that suggests a doctor preparing for surgery - or an invasive medical examination.

"Oh, well! Your boss should have known better to send a couple of pawns to face a Queen. When I'm through with you, it'll be checkmate for Grand next!"

With that said, the Demon Queen is off to meet the pair - running across the ring in her heels before pivoting with inhuman speed and grace, twisting on her right leg while extending her perfectly-sculpted left, flaunting her form with a high crowd-pleasing kick aiming to nail the first minion she meets in the head with her heel!

COMBATSYS: Frenzy blocks Lyraelle's Medium Kick.

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Frenzy           0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0            Grand
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Ruckus           0/-------/-------|

[GRAND]
Leave it to 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand to be one or two steps ahead. Which is why he's got plenty of time to slide up to the time keeper's table, snatch the bell hammer from the time keeper, scare them off and then wiggle his fingers at Lyraelle when he hits the bell.

DING DING!

"And this match just became official!" B.J. Moore has finally managed to tear her eyes away from the imp in favor of looking at the sexiness that just rushed the ring in the form of Grand's Royal Guard!

Constance Hoover is grinning like mad, "That'll show her! Get her, guys!" She doesn't like Lyraelle. Not one bit.

Frenzy stops short when he sees Lyraelle coming at them with such inhuman speed. "Oh shit!" His arms immediately go up into an X to block as much of that heel as he can in such a short time. He winces as the demoness's heel collides with his arms.

But his twin, Ruckus, is right there to take Lyraelle on! "Pawns? Seriously?" Ruckus leaps into the air, aiming a single stylish sneaker at the side of Lyraelle's head for one of his patented Single Leg Dropkicks!

"Nobody /really/ plays chess!"

COMBATSYS: Frenzy focuses on his next action.

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Frenzy           0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0            Grand
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COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Ruckus' Strong Kick.

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Frenzy           0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0            Grand
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Ruckus           0/-------/-------|

[LYRAELLE]
The striking heel of Lyraelle's boot catches nothing but Frenzy's arms, and when she fails to feel the satisfying crunch of cartilege, she whips her leg back to the mat and huffs with disdain. She runs a hand through her pink mane before giving it a flick.

"Sorry... bad metaphor for ya, sweetie?"

Despite having a fairly decent hitbox thanks to the wings at her back, the succubus manages to twist out of the way of Ruckus' single-leg dropkick with relative ease, allowing him to drop down to the mat. She bends over low to speak to him directly, one hand behind her back and the other cupping near her mouth to stage whisper.

"Don't worry about it, honey. The Pawns don't really matter, anyway~"

Then, with sudden renewed aggression, she reaches her arms down to try and wrap around Ruckus' waist before he can get fully back upright. If she can manage to do so, she'll proceed to clasp her hands together and squeeze him tight between her arms before dropping backward with a potentially-devastating belly-to-back bridging suplex into the ring floor!

COMBATSYS: Ruckus blocks Lyraelle's Power Throw.

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Ruckus           0/-------/----===|

[GRAND]
Ruckus brings his arms up to knock at the grab that Lyraelle's trying to get on him. He manages to spread his arms out enough to keep from getting too wrapped up in her clutches but the shock of electricity has him wincing through the pain that's coursing through his body.

"See, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout! And this who they clapping for?!"

Ruckus brings one of his hands up to go for Lyraelle's eyes. Time to put a little of his own medicine in the water.

Frenzy's recovered a bit and he's taken to running at Lyraelle to try and catch her before she gets up from trying to deal with Ruckus. "Frenzy for the extra point!" He damn near cackles as he brings his foot back and goes for a vicious punt kick aimed for her face!

Meanwhile...

Outside of the ring, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand is taking a much needed break at a mini-bar that's been set up. He's making himself a drink. He shakes it, pours it, olives it and raises the glass towards the ring with a smug sip. "Ahhhhhhh. Delicious." He's not talking about the drink, is he?

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Ruckus' Eye Gouge.

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COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Frenzy's Strong Kick.

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Frenzy           0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0            Grand
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Ruckus           0/-------/----===|

[LYRAELLE]
Blue electricity crackles along Lyraelle's arms as Ruckus manages to break free of her grasp. When he reaches up to try and grab her eyes, she inhales a sudden gasp and quickly brings her hands up to grapple with his, locking fingers and struggling with him before pushing his hands away just moments before Frenzy can come in with the football kick. In a practical blur of movement, the hell-maiden is suddenly a few feet to the side of where she was the moment before Frenzy tried to give her the punt.

"Oh, no, you didn't! Did you just try to touch my face? Did you just try to touch my eyes?!"

The succubus sparks with more of the blue energy as her eyes start to glow a bright, infernal green, a hellish blaze starting to burn behind them. It's a sight beyond the capacities of a simple wrestling gimmick. A number of members in the audience can be heard gasping themselves as the Demon Queen's baleful gaze falls on the man who had the audacity to try and touch her royal peepers. She leaps into the air, her wings holding her aloft several feet above the ring for a moment.

"Why don't you try to touch them NOW?!"

Then, with sudden ferocity, the blaze in Lyraelle's eyes bursts forth, twin beams of infernal energy scorching the air en route to try and strike Frenzy, the fire crackling with the same strange electricity from before!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Frenzy with Balefire Gaze.

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[GRAND]
Ruckus can't believe his eye-gouging didn't take and ends up rolling out of the way when Lyraelle takes to the air. He stays down on the mat for a moment, covering up his head as he figures there's some crazy ish about to come down. "Yo, Frenz! Hit the deck, bro!"

It might be a tad bit too late, though.

Frenzy's reaction to missing his punt kick is one of a pissed-off kicker that just lost the game for their team. He's in the middle of trying to dodge the SCORCHING AIR only to end up getting blasted straight into the chest! Frenzy's entire body crackles violently as he's sent backward into the turnbuckle and drops down to the mat, smoke swirling up from his body.

"Yo!" Ruckus is back up on his feet, apparently and running up another turnbuckle set. "That's my brother, you witch!" Ruckus bounds off of the top rope, sailing towards Lyraelle. He reaches out try and grab her around the head, aiming to bring her back down to the mat with a little CORKSCREW BULLDOG action!

It takes Frenzy a moment to actually recover from such vicious Balefire Gazing and he groans as he can see that Lyraelle's still in action. Of course, she is, she just blasted him with a freaking eye beam of death. He coughs up some smoke and takes off to try and meet up with Lyraelle with an outstretched arm and a LEAPING CLOTHESLINE!

Meanwhile...

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand is now sitting at a Table For One, across from his HGX Grand Slam Championship. He's barely paying attention to the match in favor of cutting through a piece of delicious steak, taking a bite and savoring the taste. Mind games, clearly. Definitely mind games.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Ruckus' Improvised Throw.

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Frenzy           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0            Grand
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Ruckus           0/-------/----===|

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Frenzy's Strong Throw.

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Frenzy           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0            Grand
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Ruckus           0/-------/----===|

[LYRAELLE]
It's starting to feel unfair.

Not the two-on-one Twins-on-Queen action - it's the supernatural nature of the Queen in question. After all, wrestling doesn't generally involve one of the competitors being able to literally fly, as close as certain wrestlers bring that fantasy to reality. Ruckus and Frenzy come off the ropes, leaping up at Lyraelle from both sides. Unfortunately for them, the succubus sees them coming... and just flits up higher, just out of their reach. If it weren't for the slightly slapstick visual of the twins flying past her feet and each other, she'd be riding the alignment line dangerously close to tipping into Heel status.

"Oh, wait - did I get you mixed up?"

The Demon Queen looks genuinely taken aback, eyes going big and an index finger tapping at her lips in a bit of an innocent 'oopsie' expression, eyelashes fluttering as her eyes dart between the twin wrestlers. Now, at least, they're readily identifiable and distinct, thanks to the fact that Frenzy is now smouldering and smelling of brimstone.

"My bad! Let's rectify the situation, shall we?"

With that, the Demon Queen dives down, aiming to land on Ruckus' shoulders and wrap her thighs around his head, throwing up a V next to her head as she tilts it and winks at the crowd before attempting to swing around and slam Ruckus to the mat with a twist of her hips.

COMBATSYS: Ruckus dodges Lyraelle's Quick Throw.

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                 Lyraelle         0|-------|=======
[        \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Frenzy           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0            Grand
[     \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Ruckus           0/-------/----===|

[GRAND]
Frenzy and Ruckus damn near collide with each other due to the DIRTY CHEATING of a flying wrestler that really shouldn't be allowed to do so! Or, at the very least, she should be getting boo'd!

"Can you believe this? The idiots in here are cheering on this blatant cheater!" B.J. Moore is furious and her microphone is getting to help her express that verily.

"Right you are, partner. Somebody's going to have to cut this witch down to size!" Constance agrees with her broadcast partner.

In the next moment, they both look over at 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand, only to see him texting or something on his phone. He's paying not even the slightest bit of attention to the match that's going on nearby. He's busy! Social Media is a real thing!

Back in This Very Ring...

Ruckus and Frenzy pick each other up as the FLYING WITCH MONSTER OF DEATH decides to make a descent towards them. Ruckus shoves Frenzy out of the way and braces to take the brunt of whatever's coming! And he ends up with a Lyraelle on his shoulders. "Normally, I'd like to be where you have me but not really into dead chicks." Ruckus slips free, dropping to the mat and almost immediately reaching up with a strong arm for a LOW BLOW!

Frenzy, the Smoldering One, rushes Lyralle from behind, aiming to get his hands around her throat from the back because he's ready to CHOKE this witch out! Since she wants to cheat, they might as well even up the score a little bit!

COMBATSYS: Ruckus successfully hits Lyraelle with Low Blow.
Glancing Blow

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                 Lyraelle         1|-------|=======
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Frenzy           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0            Grand
[      \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Ruckus           0/-------/---====|

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Frenzy's Blatent Chokes.

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                 Lyraelle         1|-------|=======
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Frenzy           0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0            Grand
[      \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Ruckus           0/-------/---====|

[LYRAELLE]
As Ruckus manages to slip out from between her legs, Lyraelle lands on the canvas on her side. Propping herself up on one elbow, she manages to make the pose look planned.

"Oh, you must have me confused for someone else. I'm veeery much alive <3"

The succubus' tone is both sultry and taunting as she winks at the wrestler before rolling back up to her feet. Her sharp ears twitch, and she looks over her shoulder in search of Ruckus' brother.

"Mmm, thought I smelled cooked sausage," she says as she twists around to face Frenzy, ducking his hands when he goes for the choke and slipping a step backward. She places her right hand on her hip and raises her left to waggle a single finger at Frenzy, tsk'ing. "Not into that kind of play! You should as-"

Her ears flatten and eyes widen as a dull 'whump' from behind her signals that Ruckus' low blow has struck her - though rather than connecting with the vitals, due to her movement, the blow has struck the more cushioned region below her tail.

Lyraelle's face reddens and fists clench as her tail stands on end at the affront.

"/Rude!/"

The Demon Queen spins around, ponytail flicking through the air with the swift motion as she raises her clenched right hand and aims a straightforward roundhouse punch at Ruckus' head in retaliation!

COMBATSYS: Ruckus blocks Lyraelle's Medium Punch.

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                 Lyraelle         1|-------|=======
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Frenzy           0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0            Grand
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Ruckus           0/-------/=======|

[GRAND]
Ruckus looks at his hand... at Lyraelle's affronted area... then back at his hand. This is pretty much way too amazing of a moment that even he wasn't prepared to deal with. His grin is so wide that he can't stop himself from showing off that hand to the crowd. Just so everyone gets to see what he used to uh... well.

Ruckus doesn't get to celebrate too long because as he turns around from the crowd he ends up turning right back towards a roundhouse punch headed in his direction. "Hey!" Ruckus raises his arms up to block that punch!

Lyraelle's fist crunches against his arms, something in there shatters because he's still in pain, thus the wince. He stumbles backward and realizes his arms are smoking from the sizzling that has come from such electric prowess. "You really need to work on your anger issues. You should be flattered!" Ruckus grins through the pain with his witty banter tossed in her direction.

Turns out, Ruckus is stalling. We find that out because Frenzy's been out of the ring. He's climbing up to the top turnbuckle from the outside as carefully as he can because he's carrying a huge cup... that was snatched from someone in the front row.

Ruckus dives towards Lyraelle's legs quickly to try and trip her down to the mat. He's aiming to keep his arms wrapped around her legs to hold her in place while Frenzy leaps off the top turnbuckle with a DIVING FIST DROP... that same fist holding a large cup of water.

Both Frenzy and Ruckus trying to see if they can't add a little shock back to Lyraelle's own system. Also, quipping: "WITCH PLEASE!"

COMBATSYS: Ruckus successfully hits Lyraelle with Grounding Throw.
Glancing Blow

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                 Lyraelle         1|-----==|=======
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Frenzy           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0            Grand
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Ruckus           1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Frenzy's Random Weapon.

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                 Lyraelle         1|-----==|=======
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Frenzy           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0            Grand
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Ruckus           1/-------/=======|

[LYRAELLE]
The electricity crackles through Lyraelle's glove once again as it crashes into Ruckus' raised arm. It's relatively unusual - the energy is clearly distinct from the demonette's infernal fire, yet seems to flow through her attacks seemingly effortlessly. It almost seems as though the lightning seems to flare up more intensely the more angry that Lyraelle gets.

Shaking out her sizzling glove, the succubus narrows her eyes at Ruckus.

"If you think butt-punching is some kind of compliment, then I'm about to write you a sonnet!"

She tugs at the base of her right-hand glove and wiggles her fingers threateningly as she starts to load up another attack when she becomes aware of the other brother on the top turnbuckle. She looks back from Frenzy to Ruckus just in time to see the latter diving for her legs. She moves to sidestep, but Ruckus manages to wrap his arms around her knees and bring her down to the mat on her backside, causing the ring to shake lightly.

"Oof!"

As Frenzy descends on the demoness, she pushes her fingers into the mat and shoves, sliding her calves out from Ruckus' grip and rolling backward out of the way before the fist can come down on her. Her pale skin glistens where some of the water managed to spill on her chest before she could escape, and she pulls a face as she flicks water from her bosom.

"If you were trying to get me wet, you could do a lot better!"

The pink-haired hellion flips her hair, then flips herself gracefully backward, springing across the mat to the corner and hopping up onto the turnbuckles.

"It's about time I showed you your place!"

Balancing on the top ropes in the corner, Lyraelle raises a hand to give her signature double-fingered V, head-tilt and wink, before adding to the taunt by sticking her pink tongue out at the pair, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. Then, hopping up and turning around, she bends down and takes hold of the ropes with her hands, providing a prime perspective of her perky pale posterior in the process, giving a little wiggle before bouncing on the ropes and pushing off into the air in a backflip. A full vertical rotation brings her demonic derriere back into alignment with Frenzy's position, a moment before a hard flap of her wings gives her bottom-first catapult attack an added burst of speed!

Should Frenzy fail to get out of the way, the demoness' intent is to try and pin him beneath her, using him as a chair and posing for the crowd as her rubbery tail tries to slip around the nearest limb it can reach and start discreetly sapping at the wrestler's essence!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle issues a challenge!!

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                 Lyraelle         1|-----==|=======
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Frenzy           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0            Grand
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Ruckus           1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Frenzy endures Lyraelle's Royal Requisition - Dark Queen's Throne.

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                 Lyraelle         0|-------|------=
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Frenzy           1/-======/=======|======-\-------\0            Grand
[         \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Ruckus           1/-------/=======|

[GRAND]
Ruckus tries to keep his grip on Lyraelle for longer but it is all for naught. Mostly because she's a dirty cheater with special powers and electricity and even the residual shock is enough to have him breaking his grip in time for her to fly her way to the top rope! Real wrestlers have to actually climb but that's neither here nor there, okay!

Okay, so maybe she hopped. Still. There's wings so cheating is cheating!

Both Frenzy and Ruckus help each other to their feet in the time it takes to see that Lyraelle is leaping off the top ropes (after posing stylishly, of course) into their direction. This time it's Frenzy's chance (opportunity!) to knock Ruckus out of the way! "I got you, bro!"

"HEY!"

Ruckus gets thrown to the side as Frenzy grins a little and opens his arms wide for the arrival of Demoness Booty! The collision takes him down without hesitation and he's pinned to the mat for a shocking revelation of essence sapping that has his body convulsing for the next few moments. It's not pretty. At least not from the outside.

Ruckus recovers over at the ropes and turns back to see what's happening to his twin. "Aw hell naw." He shoves off of them and spins around, pointing at Lyraelle from his revving up position. Almost immediately his hands drop into the crotch chop taunt that comes with being a Heathen such as Ruckus and he takes off in Lyraelle's direction, aiming to try and catch her while she's posing for the crowd on her Frenzy Chair with a LEAPING BRONCO BUSTER TAKEDOWN!

It may be the twin connection but there's something about the way Frenzy waits for Ruckus to head in their direction. When he feels the mat shaking he pushes up, aiming to see if he can get his legs under him and rise to the occasion. Enough so that he can have Lyraelle drop down in front of him so that he can reach around and plant both hands on her, uh, front. If this works out, it seems quite possible that he's aiming to keep her in place for Ruckus's landing but also to let that lead into him bending backwards with a modified german suplex that may often be referred to as the BOOBPLEX!

This is where the Heathens tag team prowess comes into play!

"Oh we've seen this before! Looks like the Heathens are trying a little tag team action on this sorry excuse for a professional!" Constance Hoover quips.

"I hope they send this chick back to hell or wherever she came from!" B.J. Moore's right there along with her commentating associate.

They even slap a strong high five with each other.

Meanwhile, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand is leaning over the guard rail to chat up some busty fan because that's what Heels do.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle endures Ruckus and Frenzy's No DQ.

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                 Lyraelle         2|<<<<<<<|<<<<<<<
[                   \\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Frenzy           0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0            Grand
[          \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Ruckus           0/-------/-------|

[LYRAELLE]
"DQT! DQT!" Red Minion exclaims from the commentary table as Frenzy is pinned beneath Lyraelle's electrified backside, sparks arcing through her tail as it saps his essence through his wrist.

"Cutie? Ugh! What a sellout!" B.J. complains with a roll of her eyes.

"Look, I'm just tryin' to make a living, here," Red Minion says flatly, leaning an elbow against the table and making a vague gesture.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Lyraelle licks her lips suggestively astride Frenzy as she sees Ruckus revving up and running toward her. She doesn't even try to get out of the way, instead opting to keep her booty planted firmly on Frenzy and milk him for all the essence she can manage. It's almost as though the prospect of getting tag-teamed excites rather than intimidating the Queen - she certainly seems to play that impression for the crowd, at least. Maybe it's a succubus thing.

The next thing she knows, Lyraelle has a face full of Ruckus and Frenzy's hands clasped around her firm, yet supple 'front,' guaranteeing that a graphics interchange format image of the exchange will be trending on Hitter and Google within twenty-four hours.

"Mmmmf," the hell-maiden moans between Ruckus' legs, pushing her hips back into Frenzy before she's suplexed back into the mat, causing the ring to shake lightly with the impact.

She sells the suplex hard - if you can really call it 'selling' when it's a genuine wrestling match - bouncing off of the mat and up to her feet, rocking into the ring ropes. She's rebounding off of them before Frenzy can make it back up to his feet, and as he's getting up, the momentary dazed expression on the demonette's face turns into a devilish grin. She swings a knee up as she's running back, her leg crackling with energy as she aims to crack Frenzy in the chin and disorient him!

COMBATSYS: Frenzy fails to interrupt Royal Prerogative - Covetous Clutch from Lyraelle with Eye Gouge.

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                 Lyraelle         0|-------|--<<<<<
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////////////////          ]
Grand            0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0           Ruckus

COMBATSYS: Frenzy can no longer fight.

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                 Lyraelle         0|-------|--<<<<<
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////////////////          ]
Grand            0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0           Ruckus

When the running knee strike to the head connects, Lyraelle gives a flick of her hips, snapping her tail to coil around Frenzy's neck like a whip and start blatantly squeezing his throat with the prehensile appendage. There's once again that invisible siphoning of essence, more powerful as it's drawn directly from thr throat.

Lyraelle's eyes are on the other brother as she comes to a stop, running her fingers back through her hair and winking as she puckers her lips at Ruckus while brutally throttling his twin.

[GRAND]
"Look at this! Look at this! Do you see this?!" Constance Hoover is practically on her feet. "She's going to kill him!"

B.J. Moore is holding Constance back from hopping over that announce table and getting into the fray herself. "Constance! I know you were a wrestler and a former Bazooms Champion but the Heathens can handle themselves!"

Somewhere in the midst of this back and forth between Constance Hoover and B.J. Moore the Frenzy gets caught up in the essence draining of a lifetime. His convulsions slow as more of his energy is stolen from him without cause. The fingers on his hands are stuck in the eye gouging position that he had been gearing up to try and defend himself with before his entire soul was rocked by that running knee strike.

Ruckus can see that Lyraelle has got his brother dead to rights and he can't let that stand. "Get off!" Ruckus is all fury as he rages towards Lyraelle, perhaps even gaining some favor with the crowd at this point, aiming a PUNCH of the FIERCEST retribution he can muster at her face. If anything, just to get her to let go of Frenzy before he's Endsy.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Ruckus' Fierce Punch.

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                 Lyraelle         0|-------|--<<<<<
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  /////////////////////         ]
Grand            0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0           Ruckus

[LYRAELLE]
The cheeky succubus continues to smirk as Frenzy starts to go limp and Ruckus rages toward her. When he takes a swing for her face, she quickly bends forward at the waist, ducking underneath his oncoming fist and giving the audience another shot of her rear end obscured only by Frenzy's face - which drops out of the way as the foul temptress' tail lets its prey go.

It's hard to tell whether the cheer from the crowd comes because the chokehold's release allows Lyraelle to return to face status or the view.

"Oh, I am," Lyraelle says with a wink from waist level up at Ruckus, green eyes upturned to his face.

Then, with almost serpentine speed and grace, Lyraelle lunges, attempting to leap onto Ruckus with her legs apart, intending to wrap them around his midsection and her arms underneath his.

"Look out, insert opponent here! She's going for the Demondriver!" Red Minion announces, reading from a card.

"Is that what they call it?" Constance asks, incredulous.

If she can succeed at establishing the seemingly-excessively-friendly position, she'll use her wings to launch up into the air, spinning in flight until she's dozens of feet above the ring. Then, keeping Ruckus in her clutches, she'd flip upside down and tuck her wings before dropping into a spiral dive, spinning rapidly as she aims to drive Ruckus into the mat head-first with an explosive burst of infernal energy!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Ruckus with Demondriver.
Glancing Blow
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

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                 Lyraelle         1|------=|=======
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////////               ]
Grand            0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0           Ruckus

[GRAND]
This is the part where Ruckus gets Demondrove.

Ruckus watches as he whiffs but the results allow Frenzy to survive so it's not a total loss. When Frenzy hits the mat, Ruckus moves to check on his brother but doesn't have the opportunity to actually see if his twin is still breathing. He can tell he is from the twin connection but the crowd doesn't get to see Ruckus go through the emotional turmoil and worry and all that.

Why? Lyraelle, that's why!

She wraps around Ruckus with ease and he tries to wriggle free... almost succeeding. But the demoness is just too handsy for Ruckus to get himself out of position. Instead, he's taken up and flipped over, spiraling down toward the mat thanks to Lyraelle's DEMONIC CHEATING but even Ruckus manages to have a trick or two still up his sleeve. He shifts some weight as their descent happens and while he doesn't take the head-first crash into the mat completely on the noggin when he sits back up, he's got this stupidly blissful look on his face. Like it was worth it.

Ruckus moves as quickly as he can to try and catch Lyraelle before she can get herself completely back on defense, seeking to snake an arm around her throat and head to see if he can't get her in some sort of twisted SLEEPER CHOKE! "Frenzy would kill me if he knew I was sleeping with the enemy. So maybe I better put you to bed!"

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Ruckus' Choke Hold.

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                 Lyraelle         1|-----==|=======
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////////////              ]
Grand            0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0           Ruckus

[LYRAELLE]
It's an exhilarating move for onlookers and Lyraelle alike - albeit its pulse-pounding nature is likely less positive for the victim. Grand's royal rival rolls away from the impact in a tumble before getting up to one knee as she skids across the ring.

By this point in the match, Lyraelle's pale skin is starting to glisten under the arena lights, her chest starting to rise and fall visibly with each breath. She doesn't let the fatigue show in her face, though, a coquettish grin on her lips as she looks to the ringside for Grand. She raises a hand up and dips a finger forward to suggest a 'You're next' to the Main Man just before Ruckus' arms wrap around her head and neck for the sleeper hold. Her eyes go wide, and she grabs onto Ruckus' wrist and bicep with her hands, struggling with the Heathen. She manages to push slowly up to her feet, but Ruckus maintains his hold.

"You know... I've never bagged twins before," she manages to breathe out as her strength outmatches Ruckus' enough to pull his forearm from her throat for a moment. "First time for everything~"

With that, she powers out of the sleeper choke with a shove of her hips synchronized with a push of her arms. A flap of her wings launches her forward into the corner, her hands on the top ropes and feet on the middle ropes. The succubus gives a good, solid bounce (followed by a few more select bounces from certain parts of said succubus) before launching herself up once more, swinging her legs up for extra aerodynamic shaping as her royal heinie seeks to add a second Grandwagon member to its conquests for the night. It's only fair that twins should receive equal treatment.

Should her demonic derriere manage to maintain its collision course with Ruckus' person and knock him to the mat, she'll go for the pin again, sitting astride Ruckus and lounging against her hands to catch her breath as her tail tries to wrap around his nearest appendage and treat him to the same sapping sensation his brother suffered earlier.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Ruckus with Royal Requisition - Dark Queen's Throne.

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                 Lyraelle         0|-------|<<<<<<<
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///                           ]
Grand            0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Ruckus

[GRAND]
Ruckus can't even fathom the fact that this powerful demoness has managed to best him in such a way that she's powered out of his choke hold. He was really hoping to put her away with that. However, the booty escape is a fittingly nice touch that even has Ruckus smiling, still allured, as he stumbles backwards in a blissful haze.

Ruckus is wobbly and that's not a good sign.

"Uh oh! Ruckus is wobbly!" B.J. Moore says for those listening.

"Not a good sign!" Constance Hoover follows up for anyone that may be lost on what's happening.

Back in This Very Ring...

Lyraelle's launch ends up with an incredible collision to Ruckus, taking him down to the mat with a heavy whump, thunk, and thud combination. He struggles for a moment but then that tail wraps around him like there's no tomorrow and for him... there might not be. His energy's draining by the second and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.

Or is there?

Outside of This Very Ring...

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand seems to finally be paying attention to this match as he sees Frenzy's body on the floor on the outside. Apparently it must've got rolled out of the ring at some point when the cameras weren't on it. This makes 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand's eyes go wide as he looks from the fallen Frenzy, back up into the ring and gawks at the Reaching Ruckus!

"Shit." 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand seems nervous at this point but shakes it off in favor of trying to help out the last remaining Heathen.

Something shiny gets slid into the ring and right towards the reaching hand of Ruckus. His hand clasps around it and within the next moment he's pouring on some strength to try and push Lyraelle up and off of him. Hell, even if he can just get her a little off-balance and to fall forward, he can get a better angle. Because he's going for a crucial attack to a very uh... vital area... of the most lowest of blow proportions.

Only, this time, he's rocking some diamond tipped brass knuckles from the way the light shimmers off them in the middle of his crushing punch action!

If he can get this done before the rest of his essence is VEHEMENTLY STOLEN from him then maybe 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand will stand... a chance.

COMBATSYS: Ruckus can no longer fight.

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                 Lyraelle         1|-----<<|<<<<<<<
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Grand            0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Ruckus' Dirty Deeds Done Dirty Cheap.

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                 Lyraelle         1|-----<<|<<<<<<<
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Grand            0/-------/-======|

[LYRAELLE]
Lyraelle may not be able to see the impending peril from Ruckus' diamond-dusted knuckles, but her succubus senses are tingling, as indicated by a flattening of her ears. She gets jostled forward, and for a moment, she looks vulnerable - but when Ruckus' fist goes low, she goes lower, flattening down against Ruckus' body and stretching her legs out to either side. The brass knuckles shot intended for Queen Lyraelle's Low Countries winds up in the channel instead, sailing above her bottom as she hits the deck.

With the dirty punch dodged, Lyraelle's tail curls tighter, draining what it can of Ruckus' energy. Smirking, she lifts her shoulders and head up and looks back behind her at the wrestler's face. Seeing that the second Heathen is spent, she turns her eyes to the crowd, signalling them again with a tilt of her head and a V next to her horns before winking and slinking slowly up to her feet as the crowd cheers.

Unfortunately for Ruckus, Lyraelle isn't done with him just yet. She bends down and slips her arms under his body, then lifts him up onto her shoulders.

"Grand! I've got somethin' for ya~"

Seeing Grand over near the commentators' table, she turns toward them and steps over toward the ropes, the weight of the wrestler on her back seeming like nothing in spite of the gleaming sheen on her body as she presses him up over her head.

"She wouldn't," B.J. says nervously as Ruckus is hefted by the pink-haired hellion.

"No way," Constance agrees, bracing herself against the desk.

Red Minion, for his part, has already taken the opportunity to dive over the barricade behind the desk into the safety of the crowd.

She would, and she does.

With a mighty heave, Lyraelle tosses Ruckus out of the ring, straight toward Grand and his personal commentary crew!

COMBATSYS: Grand dodges Lyraelle's Huge Thrown Object.

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                 Lyraelle         1|----===|=======
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Grand            0/-------/-======|

[GRAND]
Ruckus smashes through the announcer's table and damn near takes out B.J. Moore and Constance Hoover as well. It's a collision that makes a lot of noice and causes quite a bit of scrambling. So much so that it may be hard to keep up with where 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand has gotten himself off to.

Which is why he's sliding into the ring from the other side. Considering the violent display of Lyraelle's dispensing of Ruckus and the poor commentators having to deal with the literal fall out of such a heinous crime, that gives 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand time to get himself into position.

His Royal Grandness knows that the crowd is (FOR SOME REASON) on the side of the vicious and violent demoness. So he uses that to his advantage. And just waits. He sizes her up from behind and just waits for her to turn around...

Before The Grand One rushes for her, leaping into the air and hoping to catch her by the head and bring her down to the mat with a sudden and violent RKO!

OUT OF NOWHERE!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Grand's G.O.A.T..

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                 Lyraelle         1|<<<<<<<|<<<<<<<
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Grand            0/-------/-------|

[LYRAELLE]
"Good grief! A G.O.A.T. out of nowhere!" a male commentator's voice says.

"The Demon Queen isn't gonna like that!" another male commentator's voice says back. "Hey, are we live?"

Two pictures-in-picture come up in a corner of the screen for viewers at home and the JumboTron for viewers in the audience. On the left is a man with a moustache and a preppy haircut wearing a blue suit, while on the right is an older-looking, heavier-set man with black sunglasses and a red bandana wrapped around his head. The pair might be recognized as commentators Tom and Lou, regulars of CWA events. They both seem to have their arms pinned firmly at their sides, with some kind of stage crew hovering around them.

"Looks like it, Lou! Hello, ladies and gentlemen! You may be wondering why we're both in separate backstage closets and duct taped to our chairs, and so am I! I presume that like me, you were also ambushed from behind and woke up in this predicament, eh, Lou?"

"Well, see, actually, this young lady suggested - maybe we should just carry on with the match, eh, Tom?"

Tom blinks a couple of times. "Oh. Oh! Right! Well, it looks like Her Infernal Majesty took that G.O.A.T. from Grand pretty well, actually! Let's just pull up the instant replay to see how...!"

==*== INSTANT REPLAY ==*==

As Lyraelle is being pulled down to the mat by Grand, she manages to cushion the impact by hitting the ring floor chest first. It's less a display of skill than... 'natural talent.'

==*== END OF REPLAY ==*==

"Oh, that actually looked like it probably hurt after all," Tom remarks as the clip ends.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Lyraelle is back up to her feet, circling around Grand and running her hands over her 'front.' Noticing that some of the fans in the front seats are cheering the moment a little too much, the Demon Queen clues in and quickly drops her hands to her sides.

"Nice of you to finally join me, honey! I'm all warmed up for you!"

The succubus snaps her fingers, and a blazing whip of green flame snakes into existence from inside her palm. She swings it back over her shoulder...

"Now, get over here!"

...and snaps it forward, trying to catch Hunter with it and pull him toward her as she swings around and bends forward to lift her foot to intercept him with a high heel kick!

If she succeeds, she'll then slam him over her shoulder to the mat with the whip before stamping down on his back to hold him in place before retracting the whip, only to start lashing him with it repeatedly!

"Oh, man! What's she going for there?" Tom asks from his picture box.

"I dunno, you're the play by play!" Lou says.

"It's the Royal Reprimand A.K.A. Lashes to Ashes," Red Minion says as he appears in a third picture-in-picture.

"Thanks, Red Minion!" Tom says gratefully, before furrowing his brow. "Why are you duct taped to a chair in a closet, too?"

COMBATSYS: Grand blocks Lyraelle's Royal Reprimand - Lashes to Ashes.

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Grand            0/-------/-------|

[GRAND]
'The Main Man' Hunter Grand doesn't particularly like that his G.O.A.T. didn't put this demoness away like he intended. In all actuality, he had put pretty much the most of what he had into that. Or, well, at least he put his scheming and cleverness into it. Now he's going to have to do something that he very rarely likes to do...

Wrestle.

"Let The Grand One be very clear. You're definitely not my type." 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand flashes a bit of a grin as he points at the front of Lyraelle. "Those are nowhere near big enough!" The grin that follows The Grand One's playful banter is meant to see if he can help turn the crowd back towards his own favor.

But then the damn whip of green flame snatches him up by the wrist and he's yanked towards the succubus with way too damn much speed! He's brings his arms up the moment he sees her foot lift and those arms manage to take the brunt of that high heeled kick!

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand uses the impact to break himself free of the green flame and stumbles backward and to the side to give himself a little bit of room... and some ropes to lean on while he recovers from what was about to be a seriously bad day.

"Here. Allow His Royal Grandness to help you make a... bigger impact."

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand moves quickly, aiming to pop up next to Lyraelle suddenly and smack her in the face with a stack of hundred dollar bills, $10,000 worth. And again. And again. And again. And again... until he reaches the $100,000 mark!

After which, of course, he aims to tuck one of those money stacks in between her 'accessories' as a show of just how much he's willing to help her succuBUST!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Grand's 100 Grand Slap.

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                 Lyraelle         1|----<<<|<<<<<<<
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Grand            0/-------/------=|

[LYRAELLE]
When Grand manages to save himself from the fiery flogging intended for him, Lyraelle lets out an indignant huff, snapping her fingers again and letting the whip wink out of existence with a lingering smell of brimstone. Grand's commentary on the state of the royal chest gives the Demon Queen pause. Her nose and lips screw up a little as she looks down at her bosoms, then back up at Grand with the word 'Really?' written all over her face. She turns her eyes to the crowd, holding her hands palms-up at her sides and shrugging as a mix of boos, cheers and whistles rain down.

It's in that moment that Grand takes his opportunity to get up close to the celebrity succubus, and she takes the first slap across the face with the ten grand stack to the cheek. Her hands come up for the second slap, fending it off, and the next, and the next. Her face becomes an unassailable fortress behind her palms.

Which gives Grand the opening to make his deposit into her 'assets.'

Stepping back and rubbing her cheek with annoyance in her eyes, the pink-haired hell-maiden proceeds to push the stack of cash down into her cleavage for safekeeping, resulting in it all but disappearing. Within moments, the annoyed expression is replaced by a coy smile as she stretches her arms behind her head.

"Thanks for the donation, but I'm happy with my own natural - or should I say, supernatural - good looks," she says with a wink to the crowd before focusing on Grand again. "I'm sure that you can find something more your tastes if you keep throwin' that money around, hun."

She winks again, this time at Grand himself, as she lowers her right hand down to place her upturned palm in front of her mouth and kisses the air, causing a large, bright infernal green heart to blaze into existence above her open hand. Then, as she finishes blowing the kiss, the heart-shaped fireball flies forward, aiming to crash into Grand with explosive infernal power!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Grand with Royal Salutation - <3.

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Grand            0/-------/----===|

[GRAND]
"You infernal witch!"

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand finds himself smacked right in the chest by the heart of vile green flame and it takes him right off his feet and down to the mat without nary a second thought. He collides with the mat and even ends up rolling toward the ropes in a fit of painful injustice.

If he had any fans turning toward his side, they are likely long gone now.

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand pulls himself up by the ropes and almost immediately holds his hands up and makes one of those 'T' formations with them. "Time out! Time out!" That's right, His Royal Grandness is calling for some sort of pause in the action due to the fact that he's getting his ass whooped. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that he's trying to remember how to breathe after getting blasted with such vicious shocking power that certainly shouldn't be allowed in a professional wrestling ring.

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand does keep one hand clasped around the top rope, though, just in case.

COMBATSYS: Grand brushes his shoulder off.

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Grand            0/-------/-----==|

[LYRAELLE]
When Grand starts to call for a time-out, a puzzled look appears on Lyraelle's face. She folds her arms beneath her chest, making a show of tapping her toes on the mat as she watches Grand try to catch his breath.

"I can't believe Grand is stalling for time," Tom remarks, his camera jostling as he pulls one arm loose after it's been freed by his assistant.

"Hey, sometimes you just need a cooldown. Especially when you're dealin' with a hot tamale like the Demon Queen," Lou replies, flinching as a piece of duct tape is pulled off of his bare, hairy arm.

"If there's one thing I can say about the Demon Queen, it's that she don't like to be kept waiting," Red Minion chips in, slowly spinning with resignation in his chair, still duct taped in. "Anything else could get me in trouble, till I can reach my cue cards again."

Finally, the succubus stomps one of her feet, arms balled into fists at her sides as her back arches and her tail stands on end, growling through clenched teeth. And with a single leap, she closes the gap between herself and the Main Man.

"Stop STALLING!" she shouts as she twists at the waist, cocking her arm back before swinging it forward with a thunderously powerful slap aimed at Grand's face!"

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Grand with Fierce Punch.
Grazing Hit

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Grand            0/-------/----===|

[GRAND]
Of course, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand is attempting to be as fair and equitable as he can in this wrestling match that's so uneven considering the fact that he's wrestling against a succubus. Which is specifically AGAINST THE RULES but the fans seem to be eating it up anyway! The fact that they are on Lyraelle's side still happens to boggle The Grand One's mind.

Almost as much as his face is boggled by the sudden and violent slap that comes at his face from the succubus! "Whoa!" 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand tries to slip backward and away from the slap, though he still ends up catching those demonic fingers across his nose. "Agh!"

His Royal Grandness reaches up to cover his face as he stumbles away from the unprovoked attack from Lyraelle. He even looks out at the crowd to see if they are still on this vile creature's side. He's getting manhandled here and it is simply uncalled for!

Despite the likely lack of support, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand decides to try and fight back against the tyrannical attacks of this vile tyrant known as Lyraelle. He grabs what little bit strength he has left and aims a quick kick at the infernal bitca's knee, hoping to buckle the demoness and drop her down to the mat. All so he can slide an arm around her head and drive her down into the mat with a vicious SNAP DDT. Of course, this move is performed with such grandiose flair that it has definitely been rebranded...

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle endures Grand's G.D.T..
-+- CALCULATED HIT -+-

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                 Lyraelle         2|<<<<<<<|<<<<<<<
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Grand            0/-------/--=====|

[LYRAELLE]
A whap on the nose isn't the satisfaction that Lyraelle was hoping to get out of Grand. She flicks her fingers and is winding up for another, more decisive slap when Grand delivers his kick to her advancing knee. The demoness doubles over as her balance goes, the effects of fatigue from the gauntlet of fighters starting to set in and rob the succubus of the grace displayed earlier.

"Hrgh!"

Grand's arm manages to get around her head, and she clutches at him for support - only to be driven head-first down into the mat by the G.D.T. A strange crunching sound accompanies the impact of the move.

"Oh my. That G.D.T. by Grand looks like it's but the Demon Queen in quite the predicament," Tom remarks, stretching his arms as the last bits of binding duct tape are cut through by the techies.

"God bless Hunter Grand," Lou remarks, seeming to swoon a little behind his sunglasses.

"I can't provide a rational explanation for it, but I've just got this strange feeling that some way, somehow, I'm going to get blamed for this," Red Minion remarks as he twirls dejectedly in his chair.

Somehow, the precision of Grand's Snap DDT was such that Lyraelle now finds herself upside down, her horns stuck through the wood beneath the mat of the wrestling ring and her ass end up in the air. Her legs curl up, eyes widening as her predicament settles on her. Clenching her teeth, she presses her palms against the ring floor and starts trying to push herself up and dislodge her horns.

When this fails, she throws an unholy tantrum.

"REEEED MINIOOOONNNN!" she yells at the top of her lungs as she clenches her fists and kicks her calves furiously in the air. Finally, as she starts pounding her knuckles into the floor, she suddenly jostles herself loose, popping up into the air like she's been fired from a slingshot.

Righting herself in the air, Lyraelle runs her fingers through her hair and, with a flick of her neck, manages to restore her majestic ponytail to a perfect state of wild pristineness. Looking down at Grand as her wings beat, she sticks her thumbs in her ears and sticks her tongue out at him petulantly, then turns around to face the crowd, saluting them and winking - before she suddenly drops down, swooping bottom-first with the intent of making her collection of wrestler-throne trophies three for three!

Once again, if Grand doesn't manage to avoid getting pinned under the hell-babe's bottom, he'll have to contend with her slippery tail trying to slip around his nearest arm and sap him of his Grandly essence while she poses for the crowd!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Grand with Royal Requisition - Dark Queen's Throne.

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                 Lyraelle         0|-------|<<<<<<<
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Grand            1/------=/=======|

[GRAND]
'The Main Man' Hunter Grand does manage to snap a quick selfie with the upside-down Lyraelle for his own prosperity. One never knows when they'll need some kind of picture of such for humiliation tactics later on. This may actually be the beginning of a vicious feud or something. So The Grand One might as well stock up on ammo. Then the bellowing for the Red Minion happens and 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand scrambles to try and get away.

His Royal Grandness doesn't get too far thanks to the fact that Lyraelle and those Cheating Wings of hers have her flapping above him and the ring like some twisted and vile vulture seeking some sort of Retribution for the puny human attack that 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand has managed to exact upon her.

IS SHE REALLY STILL THE FACE IN THIS SITUATION?!

Taken down to the mat by the demonic derriere, The Grand One can feel the energy draining from his body as that tail wraps around his arm. It feels horrible and the poor #BABYFACE if this entire match convulses through the energy draining as if the future of his life were hanging in the balance.

The Grand One reaches out with his free arm and just manages to grab onto the ropes. He's hoping the official (is there even an official) will make her break the hold. Which is doubtful since all of this criminal's other moves have been allowed! Even if this doesn't work work out in his favor, he can use the leverage to try and pull himself out from underneath her and back to his feet.

Except he doesn't actually try to get his arm free. No? No! Instead, The End All, Be All of Sports Entertainment yanks harder on that tail already wrapped around his arm to see if he can't yoink Lyraelle close, pull her up into his arms and spin away from the ropes to take her down to the mat with a powerful SPINEBUSTAH that could leave his opponent in a bad position for what 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand has planned.

Despite their lack of support, even the crowd knows what The Grand One is setting up here!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Grand's Grand Finale.

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                 Lyraelle         1|---<<<<|<<<<<<<
[                       \\\\\\\  <
Grand            0/-------/--=====|

With Lyraelle flat on the mat and hopefully that tail no longer wrapped around his arm, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand shoves at her arms with his expensive boots to make sure she's primed and ready for this.

"OH MY GOD! HERE IT COMES!" Constance Hoover has found her microphone again as she damn near squeals at the top of her lungs!

"THE SINGLE MOST EXHILARATING MOVE IN SPORTS AND ENTERTAINMENT!" B.J. Moore is right there alongside her broadcast partner with the excited squealing!

'The Main Man' Hunter Grand looks out at the crowd and throws his arms out to his sides. He looks left. He looks right. He raises his middle-fingers to the crowd as he crosses his arms back and forth in front of him, effectively flipping twin birds to the whole arena.

The Grand One takes off running to one set of ropes, bouncing off them with a sneer to the crowd. As he rebounds back towards Lyraelle he seems to be counting a stack of money. He skip-steps over Lyraelle's head to hit the ropes on the other side, bouncing off those as well and still giving a roll of his eyes to the crowd. More money counting as he slides back across the mat in the direction of the hopefully still down succubus.

There's a pause as he gets back to the demonic wonder that has tried to kill him this entire match and as he stops alongside her, he turns to the crowd with a smirk and wipes his brow with the stack of money before dropping down with a violent elbow aimed for her chest! Hoping to let the money explode upwards in a rain shower of disrespect!

Ladies and Gentlemen: The Grandiose Elbow.

[LYRAELLE]
Given how chaotic this match has rapidly become, the official has been officiating from the outside of the ring so far, and Lyraelle hasn't had so much as a warning - perhaps because he's been distracted by a cute catgirl (it's hard to tell if she's a real Darkstalker or just a girl with cat ears and... well, that tail is definitely moving, so she's probably legit) leaning up over the barricade. She's wearing shorts and a cropped purple halter top with the word 'Minion' on the back in pink letters, but that certainly doesn't prove any affiliation with Lyraelle or Darkheart Enterprises (tm).

When he sees that Lyraelle is on top of Grand, he comes up closer to start the count, only to hesitate as he thinks that Grand might be reaching for the rope on the other side of Lyraelle. He leans to the side for a better view, only for Lyraelle to lean the same way and wink at him. He approaches closer, and as he's about to peer past her to call for the rope break, she reaches into her cleavage and pulls out the stack of money from before, offering it to him. The official takes the stack of cash and looks at it, scratching his head through his hat as he holds the money up to the light. A close-up from the camera reveals that the bills actually have Hunter Grand's face in place of Benjamin Franklin's.

The referee is about to reject the questionable bribe when Lyraelle suddenly gets yanked back into Grand's arms, causing her eyes to go wide as she's spun around and SLAMMED into the mat.

Lyraelle writhes in pain on the mat, groaning and holding her hand against her lower back as she grimaces. It looks like she's fated to take the Grandiose Elbow full force, until, at the last moment, she manages to muster the strength to roll narrowly out of the way of the nail intended for her coffin.

"Wow! An incredibly close call with that elbow drop from Hunter Grand!" Tom exclaims as technicians wheel him through the halls of the Riot arena in the picture-in-picture.

"Looks like the Demon Queen still has a little -" Lou starts to say as he's wheeled through another corridor in the building.

"Ex-CUSE me," Constance Hoover says with a scowl as her picture-in-picture pops up.

"We were already calling this match!" B.J. chimes in as she joins the picture-in-picture party.

"Oh, hello, ladi- wait, don't I recognize -" Lou says, reaching up to scratch his head.

"Ugh, like we would ever pretend to seduce you just to duct tape you to a chair in a closet," B.J. says with a roll of her eyes.

Lou and Tom look at each other as their paths meet and their picture-in-picture merges.

"You're right, I'm sure that never happened," Lou remarks.

"Oh look, she's going for a move," Red Minion remarks from his picture-in-picture.

"Hey, Red. How are you still watching this?" Tom asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I'm just going off of the script," Red says, holding up a folder with the words 'RIOT SCRIPT' on the front.

All of the other casters just stare.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Lyraelle is going for a lock-up, aiming to try and force Grand into a side headlock and squeeze him against the side of her chest.

"Big enough for you now, honey?!"

COMBATSYS: Grand dodges Lyraelle's Combo Grapple.

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                 Lyraelle         1|---====|=======
[                       \\\\\\\  <
Grand            0/-------/--=====|

[GRAND]
'The Main Man' Hunter Grand has the entire deck stacked against him. This just makes him realize he's going to have to get even more members of The Grandwagon so that he can actually be involved in a fair match from time to time. If he's going to have to wrestle individuals with super powers and bribes for the officials, he's going to have to figure out some kind of way to even the score.

When The Grandiose Elbow misses, the blow strikes The Grand One's pride the hardest. So much so that when Lyraelle reaches for the lock-up, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand ducks and slithers around Lyraelle to see if he can't offer her an answer to that question.

"Let's find out." is muttered back towards Lyraelle with a smirk on his face before aiming to spin her around to face him.

The Grand One reaches up in much the same manner as those Heathens before him. He goes for the two-hand grab for those previously insulted frontal features of Lyraelle's. He moves to hoist her up and take her back down to the mat with a modified powerbomb that some people my quantify as the BOOB BOMB!

Which he'll almost immediately follow up with a hook of the leg for the pin!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle parries Grand's Grounding Throw!

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                 Lyraelle         1|--=====|=======
[                       \\\\\\\  <
Grand            0/-------/-======|

[LYRAELLE]
With her energies seemingly continuing to wane and Grand's success in slipping her attempt to get him into a headlock, Lyraelle is easy enough to spin around for the heeltastic Hunter. He even manages to get his hands on her 'front' and hoist her up in preparation for the powerbomb - but the slippery succubus manages to slide out of his hold and land on his shoulders instead. Somehow, she's already produced a smartphone by the time she eludes his grasp, which she holds up and winks at, posing with her other arm behind her head and taking a selfie of her position.

*CLICK*

It takes only a split second before she'll toss the phone away to be caught by a yellow ram-horned imp standing at ringside and flip backward off of Grand, flapping up to the top of the corner ropes and rebounding off as she swoops for the wrestler. If she can manage to grab hold of his forearm as she flies, she'll immediately shift course to fly straight up, carrying the Main Man up into the air and releasing him to continue upward once he's gathered momentum.

TThen, in what appears on-camera as a flickering burst of speed so fast it might look like teleportation without the assistance of slow motion replay, she'd reappear above the ascending Grand, arms behind her head and chest prepared to intercept his course.

And if he couldn't avoid that fateful collision, she'd thrust her waiting bosom out as he meets it - and any hope of a cushioned impact would immediately be subverted when the demoness' entire body explodes with green flame before sending him back to the ring!

COMBATSYS: Grand dodges Lyraelle's Fell Swoop EX.

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                 Lyraelle         1|--=====|=======
[                       \\\\\\\  <
Grand            0/-------/-======|

[GRAND]
'The Main Man' Hunter Grand is CLEARLY the #BABYFACE in this situation regardless! He's only been attempting to escalate the situation whenever the vile villainess does it first! The proof is in the entire match that has happened! Not only has Lyraelle used vicious and violent SPECIAL ABILITIES she's also used her killer bod. EMPHASIS ON KILLER.

The Grand One has been but a punching bag this entire match!

His Royal Grandness goes with the wide-eyed reaction to the swooping antics of the succubus. When she reaches for his arm, 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand drops down to the mat and rolls underneath and away from the succubus!

The Grandest of All Time takes a step up onto the middle rope and launches himself as high as he can, in an attempt to land on the flying female that has made his this match so miserable that he's running out of... perfectly legal tricks and tactics to keep the match fair. Ahem.

Anyway, he attempts to attach himself to her back and slap on a tight choke hold to see if he can't calm her down to the mat below!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Grand's Choke Hold.

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                 Lyraelle         1|-======|=======
[                      \\\\\\\\  <
Grand            0/-------/=======|

[LYRAELLE]
The celebrity succubus is circling around for a second swoop, her skin shining under the spotlights of the Riot arena, when she feels an uninvited passenger landing on her back. Her wings start to flap frantically as Grand clings to her, a scowl appearing on her face as he slips an arm around her neck and tries to lock her into a chokehold.

"Hey! Get off!"

She starts to thrash around, hips bucking as she becomes the bull (horns and all!) in an aerial royal rodeo. Suddenly, a devilish look comes across her face, quickly melting into a sultry 'come hither' expression as she turns her head back to look sidelong over her shoulder at Grand's face.

"Then again, I wouldn't want you to get off -too- quickly," she says as her hips push teasingly backward, her tail slithering coyly to encircle Grand's waist -

And then, suddenly, she slams her head backward, aiming to hit Grand in the face with a reverse headbutt. If she succeeds, she'd take advantage of the likely dazed state it would leave the #DefinitelyStillAHeel wrestler in as the #Tweener4Life temptress aims to pull her tail tight around his ribs and crush the wind out of him while pinning him to her back and rapidly supping on his energy!

COMBATSYS: Grand counters Royal Prerogative - Covetous Clutch from Lyraelle with Conclusions of Grandeur.

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[GRAND]
'The Main Man' Hunter Grand can feel that the succubus is working the sultry mode and that's not exactly something he can deny. Even though his #BABYFACE tactics have not been coming along within the match. He's focused on trying to choke her out but then that tail of hers is slipping around his waist and he can't even prepare to get out of such a grip.

His choke hold starts to slacken and everything. The Grand One can tell that she's up to something. Could be the fact that she's dropping such witty banter in his direction.

Then the reverse headbutt comes his way and His Royal Grandness kicks up the ring awareness to the top of the notches.

The Sultan of Slither does exactly that as he slips his head out of the way of that sudden move. He rocks with the momentum as much as possible, reaching up to tuck her chin in the crook of his arm, kind of like a cradled headlock and yanks hard to drag her headfirst down into the mat with a HEADLOCK DRIVER reversal that may just put those horns of hers back to use.

[LYRAELLE]
As she tries to headbutt Grand, the heel takes control of the situation, locking Lyraelle up in the cradle and suddenly pulling her down toward the ring floor a good twenty feet or more below!

The succubus kicks her legs and flails her arms as her tail is wrenched away from Grand, but it's of little use - the mat rushing up at her is inevitable as Grand has managed to slither free from any danger that she might present. She closes her eyes and braces for impact as she crashes headfirst into the floor.

*KRAAKK*

In the aftermath of the third-story cradle driver, Lyraelle is left once again invitingly upside-down, her horns stuck in the ring. This time, though, there's no outburst of outrage - just a dazed, vacant expression on her face as her eyes as they search for Grand. She uses the last of her strength to stick her tongue out at him before she starts to tip over with a creak, horns eventually pulling free as she winds up falling face-down bottoms-up, knees curled underneath her as her posterior naturally presents itself toward the other wrestler.

Perhaps Grand decides to take advantage of the situation for some form of heel-ish humiliation or Grand-standing. Perhaps he decides to try and roll her over for the pin. Perhaps he simply lingers too long in the vicinity.

Whatever he may decide to do, though, he may be subjected to a nasty surprise when the half-conscious hellion explodes in a final burst of fiery green fury, threatening to engulf him in the blaze!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Grand dodges Lyraelle's Infernal Majesty.

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[GRAND]
The textbook #BABYFACE known as 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand wobbles away from the headlock driver that has planted Lyraelle into the mat with such ferocity that some of the crowd has to realize that The Grand One was the good guy this entire time. Tweeners are just heels that are scared to commit! Meanwhile, people like 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand try their hardest to compete in the most fair way possible!

His Royal Grandness leans onto the ropes for a moment before stumbling away and haphazardly in the direction of the downed demoness. He drops down to his knees as he gets nearby... just as those infernal flames shoot up and around the body of the succubus. Lucky for The Grand One, his lack of energy from taking on such a vile beast, has kept him out of harm's way. It would seem as though even as she lay mostly dormant, LyraHEELe's dirty tricks are still up and running.

It takes all the energy that 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand has left to shove the body of Lyraelle over onto her back. He then flips himself over to lay across her and proceeds to start counting money as if this were the easiest match of his career.

The official slides into the ring and starts the count!

1!
2!
3!

Somebody ding-dings the bell and 'The Main Man' Hunter Grand tucks a single dollar bill into Lyraelle's top before he climbs to his feet, grabs his microphone, and holds his arms out to crowd! To the Grandwagon! As usual, he waits for the crowd's response (regardless of what it is) to die down before he finally brings the microphone up to his lips to speak.

"You're Welcome."

COMBATSYS: Grand takes a selfie.

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COMBATSYS: Grand has ended the fight here.


[LYRAELLE]
There's a mixed reaction from the house. It's a conflicted feeling - the heel has won, but in the face of dastardly demonette deeds. The Grandwagon isn't empty and probably has some new passengers, but the Minions are booing in full force - humans, darkstalkers and catgirls alike.

"Well, there you have it! A clean win by Hunter Grand!" Tom remarks from ringside as his chair is wheeled up to the commentary table.

"Clean? I think I'm gonna need a shower after watching that match!" Lou says as he's positioned next to Tom.

"Ugh, tell me about it," B.J. remarks, crinkling her nose in disgust.

"At least now Grand has proven once and for all who the real ring royalty around here is," Constance chimes in.

"Gee, Red Minion. Do you think your mistress will be happy to leave it at that?" Tom asks, as all four commentators turn toward where Red Minion should be.

"...Red Minion?"

Log created on 21:54:12 02/02/2021 by Lyraelle, and last modified on 18:54:33 02/10/2021.