Match of the Millennium

Description: Ariastra takes Hated R through the paces to get him ready for NFG.

[ARIASTRA]
A mix of new and old are in Team Thunder. They missed Tamaki to get Janko, but Hated R would be an asset in a different kind of way... Right? Talking about Hated R, she sees him and comes toward him. "OK, you're free. You're coming with me." She tells him. "I am Ariastra, one of your mentors." She also lets him know before she touches a shoulder.

As she does, one moment, they are in Metro City. The next, they are in an empty baseball stadium. If he can feel chi/magic, there was definitely an energy there, as it happened. It doesn't look like it's the metro city one. Of course, how they got there in the first place. She gives him a moment to get his senses back. "So. You might have some questions. Get them out before we start so It doesn't get in the way of your training. Even if you might think you don't need any." She adds for good measures.

[HATED R]
"AYO! THAT WAS SICK AS HELL! YO, WE NEED TO DO THAT SHIT AGAIN!"

Hated R may not actually need to get his senses back because he may not have any sense in the first place. The hip-pop megastar is looking as stylish and profilish as he can and it seems that he has embraced the fact that he's now joining the world of Professional Fighting because he's rocking a whole custom created NFG basketball jersey with 'HATED R' on the back and 'TEAM THUNDER' across the front. That's right, the man has managed to create merch this early on. It's just part of his thing.

"Aight, say less." Hated R is actually doing more looking around the baseball stadium than he is paying attention to whatever his mentor is saying. "Yo, I could probably pack this joint with mad fans. Get my Haters really going wild. I'ma' have to remember this spot for my next tour." Ariastra's words finally catch up to the weirdo.

"Uh. Quezzies. Aight, let's see." Hated R taps his chin for a second. Or eight. "I got it! Do I get nunchucks?"

[ARIASTRA]
Ariastra watches him, he seems to really enjoy this. She notes it in her head for next time. She seems amused

She notices the basketball's shirt in all it's glory. She idly wonder if it's another Brian Storm case. Time will tell.

She takes a deep breath he's going to be a headache, she knows it, but it's challenges that make life worth it. "If you manage to book it for your tour, then do so. I see no problem in that.

She blinks at the request for some nunchucks. "Are they part of your fighting style? If you use some, you are free to use them." She has a question on her mind. "Do you think you can beat me? Be honest? The great Hated R and all. What do you think?"

[HATED R]
Hated R is something special, if that's even the case. He's pretty much so hyperactive that even he doesn't know what he's going to be into from one moment to the next. As long as the world loves him, that's all that matters.

"Nah, fam, all I know is the orange turtle got some so I'm like, let me get some of those too. My fightin' style is pure, unadderalletated DOPE. SKILLZ." As if to show such a thing off, Hated R busts out a quick spin move and hip gyration because that's what popstars always have to mix into their routine. "You must ain't seen none of my music videos. Hol' up, I got 'em on my phone." Hated R goes into his jeans for his too expensive phone to start swiping through his files.

"Should I go all the way back to Boyz II Band days or...?" He's steady swiping away while he crafts an answer to her question. "Hated R don't miss, baby! The R stands for (you better) Recognitionize!"

[ARIASTRA]
She rubs the bridge of her nose. "I know who you are." She chuckles, her patience holding on. Though she isn't sure how he expects to do much of anything, but it's up to her, in part, to make him ready.

"Tell you what. You show me your awesome fighting skills and if it's all you claim to be, I will consider the R in your name." She idly ponder to use her scythes or only her fists. Giving pain has been her trademark so far, and it feels like it might work wonder on this newest recruit too.

"What do you say? Your actions will speak louder than your music videos" Of course, after she says it, she fully expect to be told there is nothing louder than those. "You want to be ready for your first match anyway. Yeah?"

[HATED R]
Hated R is pretty much oblivious to any foolishness that he may be creating around him. He's honestly just having the time of his life and then there's the fact that now that he's managed to get his phone out he's distracted by social media.

@HatedR: You down with NFG? #YeahYouKnowMe

With that Tweet sent, Hated R re-pockets his phone because he forgot why he pulled it out in the first place. "Yo yo yo. Slow down. Not awesome. /Dope/. There's a difference. Also, being Dope is kind of my whole brand so you gotta' make sure you use the right terminologicals when you praisin' the Skillz. Ja' Feel?"

Hated R is vibing to the music that's in his soul when he realizes this is an actual whole training session that's about to go down. "Oh wordle? It's time for my to kick ass already?" Hated R's hype meter fills right up. "SAY LESS! LET'S GOOOOOOOOO!" Hated R 'Crip Walks' in place for a bit in celebration of this incredible news. "Go me! It's my birthday! It ain't really but that's okay!" o/~

[ARIASTRA]
Yeah, Ariastra patience will be tested. It's ok she can do this. She's about to tell him to get his phone back in his pocket, but he repockets it soon enough.

"Ok, Dope man." Yes this is said on purpose. "Show me then, show me why you have earned the title of Dope."

She gets in position, a pair of scythe appearing in her hands. "This is your training. Hit me, show me why you are dope."

The scythes are an emerald green. Her eyes are calmed. She awaits Hated R move. She's kind of curious what he will actually start with. Can he fight. She highly doubt it, but she has been surprised before.

COMBATSYS: Ariastra has started a fight here.

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Ariastra         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Hated R has joined the fight here.

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Hated R          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Ariastra

[HATED R]
Hated R would be oblivious if he wasn't so into whatever was about to happen. But for the moment, he has to hold up his hands once again. "Rewind the track! Not 'Dope Man' because drugs are super bad for the brand. Plus, I got so many teenage fans I gotta' represent and be a good role model and all that. So here, let me hook you up with the right wording here..." Hated R holds his hands up to the sky like he's looking at a marquee on a building or something. "His Royal Dopeness."

Hated R grins nice and wide, brushing his shoulders off at that declaration. It's in that next moment that he realizes things are getting serious. Or semi-serious. "Yoooooo! Those are so sick!" Hated R backs up, pointing at the scythe in his trainer's hands. "After I drop you like my six grade crush did me, I'll autograph 'em for you. Free of charge, baby!"

Hated R backpedals a bit more... and a bit more... and eventually it turns into him doing the Roger Rabbit dance because his retro vibes are too much for even himself to handle. Not to mention he's got to get himself fired up for this here fight.

"HERE WE GO, BABY! HERE WE GO!"

COMBATSYS: Hated R focuses on his next action.

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Hated R          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Ariastra

[ARIASTRA]
The whole think about not wanting drugs for his brand and teenagers was pretty cool, until the rewording of Royal Dopeness. She could do with Royal Hopeless, but she says nothing. She doesn't agree or disagree with it at the moment. She lets it slide. Let see what he can do first. But then he sees her scythes... What? He says after he drops her. Cocky little shit. He was getting to her, but calm. This is not a war. "I can do without that, thanks." No pen of any kind will get on these babies.

She keeps watching him as he backs up. She has half a mind to attack right now, but he has to strike first. It's the least she can do for him. So let give him a chance to do so. "Come on, earn your title." She keeps observing, focused, patient.

COMBATSYS: Ariastra sends herself healing energy, soothing her body.

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Hated R          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Ariastra

[HATED R]
"You sure?" Hated R pauses in the middle of his dance stepping to whip out a marker. "I stay with my Sig Sharpie. I'm always ready to make a fan's dream come true. I'm like Santa Claus. But DOPE." The Sharpie gets twirled between his fingers for a moment as it looks like he's probably not going to be paying attention to this fight at all.

It's an obvious misdirect though because in that next moment, he's stepping towards his Scythey Superior and flinging that now capless Sharpie right at her!

"SHARPIEDOKEN!"

Oh. Oh no. Oh no he didn't.

COMBATSYS: Ariastra dodges Hated R's Thrown Object.

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Hated R          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Ariastra

[ARIASTRA]
It definitely looks like he's not paying attention to the fight, focused on his sharpie to write his name on her scythes instead and comparing himself to an old man who loves to give things to... yeah. It is what it is.

But lo and behold, he attactually attacks with the sharpie, its menacing soft tip making it's way toward Ariastra pristine clothes as it is released in the air like a hadouken of much less stature and strenght than Ryu's own.

Ariastra, with all her distress takes a step to the side letting the sharpie go pass her to land on the ground with a pathetic click, left on it's own demise. "I mean, you did some misdirection. I will give you that, but I am not sure what you hoped to do with the marker to be honest."

After this display, she slides in front of him and does some quick slashes toward his chest and legs area. If she hits, she doesn't go that deep. The goal is not to hurt now but for wounds to bleed. She observes him during and after. See what he decides to do while the attack is happening and after. Yes, Ariastra who tortures her students to get reactions.

COMBATSYS: Ariastra successfully hits Hated R with Indestructible Pain.

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Hated R          0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0         Ariastra

[HATED R]
"Aw man! That was my favorite marker! It's gonna' be dirty as hell now!"

There's some pouting that comes from Hated R as he watches the Sharpie do that thing where there is nothing in front of it. Where it actually doesn't get to MARK anything. It's just bad use of a good thing. And likely enough of a distraction to keep Hated R from realizing what's happening next.

"It was just an autograph shesh! Chillaxicate!" comes the explanation far too late.

The slide catches him off guard and Hated R yelps while throwing his hands in front of him. The scythe slices happen with too much ease and the blood that comes from him is not as important as...

"Nooooooo! Not my Geraldines!" Hated R must be talking about his jeans because they've been sliced into with ease. "That's it!"

Hated R stands firm for a moment, throwing his hand towards the sky! His watch lights up as he unleashes what is probably a command phrase of some sort. "BACKSTREET'S BACK! ALRIGHT!" One after another hard light holograms of different versions of Hated R step out from behind him until there's a total of five Hated R's standing in a Boy Band Line.

"DO IT FOR THE JEANS!" Hated R (and his hard light holo constructs) swarm towards Ariastra with a symphony of screams to lead their way into a punch and kick fest from multiple directions!

A fan's dream or nightmare? Debatable.

COMBATSYS: Ariastra blocks Hated R's Big Time Rush.

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Hated R          0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0         Ariastra

[ARIASTRA]
"Then don't use it in a fight." She smirks a bit, she can't help it when she says that.

She wonders if he will have a meltdown about his jeans. "You can get new jeans, but skins is much harder." She doesn't tell him she will heal him to a point after this bound, like she did every other ones that was 'harmed' because of her training.

However, he seems to be angry, and something cool is about to happen. Finally, that's more like it. There might be something there after all, something to work with. Holograms, that's something fun.

Before they all swarm her, she makes her dual scythe a single double bladed scythe with them, and uses them to deflect most blows. Except one of the original Hated R, which manage to hit her in the chest. Though it doesn't seem to affect her that much, if one is honest. "Well done. This was much better than the marker. You might not be totally useless yet.

She looks at him, wondering if there is more to get out of him. She thinks so. She has to see how much she can push him. She spins her double scythe around her neck, and if she has her way, one of the blades catches Hated R behind the neck, and she pulls to make a cut and pull him down face first. She wants to see anything defensive beside a meltdown for his jeans. Maybe she will be surprised again.

COMBATSYS: Ariastra successfully hits Hated R with Unreal Pain.

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Hated R          0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0         Ariastra

[HATED R]
*RSync finally starts to fade away after the holograms are dispersed with more ease than it took to summon/activate them. Hated R is taking just a small breather, even holding up his hand to try and figure out how in the heck is his trainer not tired. He's not really tired either but he was doing a lot of extra movement trying to keep up with a computer based holographic interface that produces hard light constructs of Boy Bandery goodness. There's a lot to deal with when it comes to that whole deal.

"Behold! My Dopeness!" Hated R stands his ground as she comes in with that double sided scythe of death coming at him with too much ease. He's not the most well versed in fighting or battles so when he tries to slide step out of the way, all that happens is that he's caught right behind the neck, for more blood by the way, and then he's yanked towards the baseball field below their feet with just enough time for him to exclaim. "MAMANOOOOOOO!"

There's some crunching that happens as Hated R rolls to the side to try and get something called a bearing so he doesn't lose consciousness. His rise back up to his feet is slow but stylish as he steps right into a sudden spin kick aimed for his trainer's chin!

"RISING BEIBER SLASH!"

COMBATSYS: Ariastra fails to interrupt Spin Kick from Hated R with Quick Throw.

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Hated R          0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0         Ariastra

[ARIASTRA]
She chuckles as he falls to the ground because of her. It's not that she enjoys hurting the recruit... not really... well maybe a little. But the way he reacts was interesting. The fact he's going on, is either force of will or stupidity. She isn't sure of which one it is yet

Her thought is short live as he comes at her with a spin kick. She backs up her head because who wants to be kicked there. She also brings her hand up to catch his ankle, but instead she gets the kick full force in her hand, which stinks and stops her from actually grabbing said ankle and lets him get that move off without repercussion. "Well I will be damn, you might have some real potential there. You had enough, or you're up for more?" She gives him a way out at least, even if she's really not sure he will take it. He's bleeding quite a bit after all, but isn't it the point? The pain that sticks around and makes you weaker. That disable you. If you can deal with that, you can deal with regular pain. That's her motto.

[HATED R]
It's probably stupidity. Hated R just doesn't care enough to realize that he should be upset or angry or anything. In fact, while it's pretty obvious that he's in various stages of searing pain, the real distress on his face comes from the fact that from all his cuts... blood is getting all over his outfit. "My stylist is going to be so pissed. Did you know she had to make this jersey from scratch? Now there's blood all over it. Come on!"

After his delightful spin kick, the Rising Beiber Slash (he just made that up, by the way), Hated R is feeling himself a little bit. There's even some bouncing on the heels of his sneakers as it looks like he might be getting a little momentum going. Who knows.

"More?" Hated R flashes a cocky grin because he's too stupid not to do that knowing he's outmatched completely. "I ain't think you even started yet!"

The interesting thing about that last statement is that it was said into a microphone that he's pulled out of somewhere or other. The sound of those words reverberating as he leaps up and crashes down into the ground, microphone holding fist first. The results of which is an impressive shockwave of sonic chi energy that explodes towards Ariastra!

COMBATSYS: Ariastra dodges Hated R's Mic Drop.

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Hated R          0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0         Ariastra

[ARIASTRA]
"How much did you pay for that jersey? Probably too much, yeah?" The question is why is she entertaining him, instead of destroying him completely? It might be a question to ponder. A mystery of an old immortal woman.

Of course, he's not learning anything about this. It seems that might as well just be a regular NFG match for him. This will either hinder him or somewhat help him through his first official match. This could go either way. She has met people like him before, and they seem to have a benediction of some sort. Something that allows them to go on. Like a Saint Patron of the clueless.

What is clear, he's not ready to stop yet. She's fine with giving him what he seeks. His attacks are interesting. That's also a saving grace in her book and another reason why she thinks he could go on. But while the shockwave of his sonic chi moves toward Ariastra, she's not there anymore. Instead she's in the air, over him. Her single double-bladed scythe now two again, and if she has her way, the both enter his shoulders as she lands. If it's the case, she pulls them out rather roughly and brings forth more blood. That jersey is not out of the wood yet, not by a long shot.

COMBATSYS: Ariastra successfully hits Hated R with Enduring Blow.

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Hated R          1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0         Ariastra

[HATED R]
Confusion has once again set in on Hated R's face. He actually doesn't even look like he's in the fight anymore. His brain is actively trying to figure out the answer to one of Ariastra's queries in this moment. It would seem that confusion wins because the only answer he can come up with is: "How much? I don't know! I'm rich! I don't know how much things /cost/!" The source of his frustration at being asked that is so very exposed.

As are his shoulders.

Those twin scythes stab right into his shoulders and even Hated R can't stop himself from yelping out. The pain is obvious and the distress from seeing his jersey get stabbed into is also making it worse. And then there's even MORE blood. "I... I can't believe this." Hated R clenches his teeth through the pain as those blades are ripped out and more blood (and jersey tearing) becomes relative. "I thought blood was supposed to be blue. SCIENCE LIES!"

Hated R tries to keep himself from freaking out by stepping towards his scythe wielding teacher and aiming a swift kick at, well, anywhere. Blood loss is making him a bit woozy but he's going for it anyway!

COMBATSYS: Ariastra dodges Hated R's Light Kick.

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Hated R          1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0         Ariastra

[ARIASTRA]
How to beat HateR. Ask him a 'semi' difficult question. Ariastra could almost have pity, but if she doesn't kick his ass and put some sense in him, someone else will. Someone who won't be able to heal him after. She wipes the scythes on her red shirt to get the blood off a bit. She ponders explaining to him why the blood isn't blue, but doesn't go forth with that. She's not her biology teacher after all. She can only chuckle at it.

The kick is not super impressive, but she can't fault him for being tire. A simple side movement takes care of it.

After she ponders her option. Maybe a little scare, a show of power will make him back down. Or maybe it will make him try harder. What does she know after all about him. She raises her arm in the air, and she screams. a Lightning bolt comes down a strikes her. But instead of hurting her, it seems to power her up. "Ok boy, come get it now. Or stand down so you can be taken care of."

COMBATSYS: Ariastra screams and a lightning bolt strikes her from the sky. Her eyes are now crackling with electricity for a moment.

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Hated R          1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1         Ariastra

[HATED R]
"Alright!"

Hated R spins around from his missed kick.

"That's it!"

Hated R wipes away some of the blood that's dripping from all over his body.

"ENOUGH!"

Hated R's eyes narrow as he summons whatever strength he has left upon the embarrassment of just being toyed with in such a manner. It's enough to make him dig into the darkest and deepest depths of his performing soul.

... Musical Theater.

It only takes a moment before Hated R starts walking towards Ariastra... and he's snapping his fingers. That's right, the man is coming to bring her a whole ass West Side Story. He's got the movements down pat.

... and then this woman summons a whole ass bolt of lightning and doesn't even flinch.

"Nope. Nevermind."

Hated R immediately changes directions and starts finger-snap walking in the complete opposite direction. "I quit! I yield sign! Uncle Scrooge! Whatever you're supposed to say!"

His finger snap walking gets even brisker to try and ensure his escape.

[ARIASTRA]
Oh, that's getting interesting. He's about to do something big. It doesn't matter he's bleeding so much. He's ready to explode, but then the lightning hits, and it does discourage him. Shame. She stands down, her scythes disappearing from her hands. her eyes stays a bit electrified, but it will dissipate soon enough. She doesn't push further, holding to her words.

"Alright, I am going to stop this bleeding and heal you to be in decent shape alright? You weren't the worse fighter I've ever seen. You stand a chance, after all. You have some cool moves.

She takes a deep breath, and assuming he's willing for the healing, she touches his shoulder, and sends healing energy into him. "I hope your learned something from this. You're hungry?" She looks at him. The least she can do is also taking him for a meal as well, help him recharge.

COMBATSYS: Ariastra has left the fight here.

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[HATED R]
"Hey hey! That tickles!"

Hated R doesn't know if it actually tickles or if it's just feeling the healing energy doing anything to the pain in his body. Either way, whatever works. He's already feeling better. And that's the most important thing.

"Alright, you're Dope too. Still not as Dope as Moi but still Dope." Hated R extends a hand in the shape of a fist for some serious fistbumping and dapping action that he hopes this lady understands.

"Actually, I can't grub down just yet. My derm's got me on the Beyonce Cleanse so nothin' but like blended hot sauce coffee grounds lemon water or something. I dunno." Hated R shrugs and then leans his face in close so Ariastra can see. "It's for my pores or somethin'. But mos' def a rainchecka' on that. You owe me for the jersey!"

COMBATSYS: Hated R has ended the fight here.


[ARIASTRA]
At least now, he won't pass out or worse from blood lost. So that works out. The tickle part from Hated makes her chuckle.

"I am dope enough to allowed you to quick." She tells him, and then she seems to be able to follow with fist bump and dapping that might end up in a secret handshakes for them.

"Ok, you can't eat. Just don't be too weak for the coming bound yeah?" Then she gets to see his pore closer than most people would be comfortable with. At least it feels like that. "I believe you. Personal space and all." She chuckles. "Ok, do well in your upcoming fight, in your first NFG fight, and I will get you one hell of a jersey." She chuckles. "Let's go home then."

Log created on 09:35:16 09/04/2023 by Hated R, and last modified on 04:31:33 09/05/2023.