NFG Season Two - Odyssey R1 - Lethe We Forget

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Description: Orpheus, one of the most famous musicians in Greek myth, once went to Hades itself looking to get his love Eurydice back. Supposedly his music soothed Hades into letting them leave, but what if instead of James Woods, Hades was a Carolinian pig farmer who was far harder to convince?! FEATURING Chevelle Beaumont as Charon, Ferryman of the Damned, ready to drag Hated Orpheus back into the river of Hell.

"When I say Chicken, you say Greece! Chicken!"

That boisterous preposterousness is coming from the huge speakers attached to the large stage in front of the incredible crowd on the deck of an obnoxious yacht that is currently, and probably illegally, traveling up (or down) this river of historical significance.

By the way, it really is an obnoxious yacht. Sure there's a lot of gold and multiple floors and it looks like some kind of cruise ship yacht. But the most telling thing is that it says: OBNOXIOUS along the side.

Anyway, standing on the stage of this thing and getting the crowd of mostly scantily-clad music video type babes going and participating and waving their hands in the air like they just don't care is none other than the Most Humblest himself... in the Tatted Up flesh...


"WELCOME TO GREECE MOTHER FRAGGLES!" There's confetti and fireworks that explode all around him and OBNOXIOUS as he throws his hands up to bask in the glory of his own arrival! And? Most importantly, bask in the absolute madness of the OBNOXIOUS' crowd going WILD!

And now it's time for a dance break before Hated R remembers that he's here for a NFG fight.

Or the authorities come.

Or he ends up in a big fat greek wedding sequel.

With all the sound and fury, it would be easy for those aboard the H.M.S. Obnoxious to have completely missed the much smaller vessel pulling up alongside -- a single-masted, ancient-looking vessel without any presence at all. The ancient planks are tinted green from constant exposure to the water. The cloth of its sail is weathered, threadbare in places, and looking as if it might fall apart if one looks at it too unsteadily. The boat has but one inhabitant -- a shadowy figure, carrying a wide paddle, wrapped up within a robe of worn sailcloth. A cowl is pulled high over the figure's head to conceal the face.

And what's more -- wherever the vessel travels, a dense stormcloud hovers overhead, not only blotting out the sun, but bearing the threat of belching out a torrential downpour at any moment.

It'd be easy to miss, though. You'd have to look away from the tattooed superstar and the battery of flashing lights and scantily-clad backup dancers to see it. As a sail-powered vessel, there's no motor, nothing to make a sound. And so the vessel follows -- for more or less the entirety of the fanfare, and the dance break -- without making a single sound.

But as soon as it is over...

The smaller vessel's inhabitant steps aboard.
That is to say: the figure literally rises.
From the water's surface.
And steps onto the deck.

Puddles of water drip along the deck in the figure's wake.

And as soon as the music allows... the cowled figure speaks, a bass loud enough to reverberate across the deck.

"It is time to go."

There is a moment of silence. And then the whine of electronic feedback splits the air, as the figure reaches into its cowl, and begins to cough.

Two metal buckets drop onto the deck, their handles clattering.

The cowl is lifted -- and a mane of luxuriant auburn hair spills out.

"What ah mean to say," continues Chevelle Beaumont, "Is that your big ol' boat's gonna run aground if you go much further! N-F-G wants us on a smaller boat!"

With the cowl withdrawn, a microphone headset stands out against her fair-toned, freckle-kissed skin. As she tucks the lower part of the 'paddle' against one of her fallen buckets, it becomes clear that the 'paddle' part of her weaponry is just a flimsy piece of posterboard.

"I mean... er... I ain't early, am I? I thought this was the time we were s'posed to throw down!"

OBNOXIOUS has good drivers at the very least. Pilots? Captains? Whatever a cruise yacht has, OBNOXIOUS has it. Not that they were hired by Hated R but they are getting a hefty sum to make sure he doesn't die or get raided by pirates or something so things work out well when it comes to slowing things down. They've all got it handled.

So Hated R can focus on more important things.

Like the invasion of his OBNOXIOUS ship by this NFG type that he just barely recognizes. There's a collective gasp that goes along with the obligatory record scratch from the DJ since there has been an interruption of his party concert thing. Who knows what this performance is for. It's Hated R. It could be a funeral or something for all anyone knows.

As the crowd parts to make room for the showdown of all showdowns (at least for /today/), Hated R hops down off the stage and two-step slides his way in the direction of this ship invader.

"AYOOOOOOOOOO!" Hated R throws his hands up to get his crowd hype. "CHEVY IN THE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE!" The crowd goes absolutely bonkers!

"Ch-ch-check it, Chev's Kiss..." Hated R flashes a grin as he reaches out to grab somebody and autograph them. They go on to faint as he continues his conversation with his opponent. "I'm mad lookin' forwizzle to our fight mechanics, ja' feel? But I got a show up the riverdercci. So you don't mind if we keep rolling, right? I don't wanna' be late." Hated R adds a bit more to his oversharing, "I woulda' brought one of my other boats but the smallest one's always the fastest one. Which is mad diffy than my private jets. Why the hell that is..."

Oh dear, Hated R has distracted himself again. This could be a while.

Chevy's agent had made most of the recommendations. It wouldn't do for the NFG's 'girl next door' representative to lean into a full 'grim reaper' wardrobe -- but the darker neutrals of the Charon look definitely did seem like something she -might- have been able to pull off.

If she were on the boat. Which she's not, now. Maybe because the OBNOXIOUS was living up to its namesake? But that was all left in the past the moment she decided to skip ahead and use a column of river water as an elevator up to the yacht's performance deck. And now she's treated to a small taste of the thrills and excitement afforded to a performer of Hated R's renown -- which brings a broad smile to her face. The hayseed takes a shy step backwards, ruffling the back of her head with her free hand.

"Thanks for the warm welcome! Though, uh..."

As she speaks, she lifts one bucket up with her pole, and steps aside to slip the other end of the pole into the second bucket. Water sloshes around -- and the waterbender relaxes her control on the buckets' water to allow some to splash out onto the deck. She gives a shy grin -- ultimately conceding the decisions to Hated R.

"... Are you sure you wanna fight *here?* Water's kind of my whole deal -- and your sound an' light guys might not like that too much..."

She shrugs her shoulders, with an amiable grin. "Or we could fight on the littler boat down yonder? Up to you though... I'm happy to do whatever!"

With both her buckets raised from the deck, and her overcloak flapping in the light breeze, it seems the NFG veteran really -is- ready for whichever option Hated R decides upon!

COMBATSYS: Chevy has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Hated R has joined the fight here.

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Hated R          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Chevy

"Ah, don't worry. It'll be fine. I'm so rich my accountant doesn't even bother to hide her embezzling. I can get a new yacht if this one gets trashed."

Hated R seems so happy to be doing this that he's not even bothered by the fact that they are going to be fighting on his boat but on her actual turf. If she's using all this water stuff. It takes him a second to catch up. The visual representation of water in buckets is a big help. He's a visual learner, it seems.

"Wait, you mean like water balloons and scruff?" It seems like Hated R's getting all excited again. "OH DID YOU GET THE NEW MEGA SOAKER AQUAZOOKA CANNON 9000?! THAT SHIT IS SIIIIIIIIIICK, YO!" Hated R's excitement levels are unable to be hidden. "I got the black and gold collector's edition. Not here, it's back at uh... I forget which mansion. I heard it's illegal in twelve states." Leave it to the pop star to spread rumors.

With the decision made and the proverbial dust settling, Hated R grabs his phone. "Before we try to kill each other for the enjoyment of others, let's take a Before Selfie." Hated R gets to aiming the phone camera and trying to line things up so they both look as good as possible on the shot. "Say Cheese Whiz!"

Hated R is quick with the selfie snapping and almost immediately starts making room while still typing on his phone. "Make sure I get your socials so I can tag you up after! Uh, if I'm knocked out, just leave 'em with somebody around here. They'll get it to me!" Leave it to Hated R to find the silver lining in being KO'd!

A few more swipes on his phone and it gets tossed over his shoulder to someone in his huge entourage as he settles in to prepare himself for THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY!

As Hated R boasts about his wealth -- throwing his own accountant under the bus in the same unfortunate breath -- Chevy manages to look relieved and sad at the same time! ... At least, until he starts talking about... mega soakers? Her smile fades to a sliver as she shakes her head, "N-no, I mean, I ... I don't--"

Laughing nervously, the hayseed soon realizes that her opponent either knows -nothing- about her talents, or he's really good at -pretending- to know nothing about them.

... And yet, Hated R -does- manage to wring another smile out of her with his talk of selfies. While he gets his phone camera ready, she fishes out her own phone out, slapping its magnetic backing against her pole. No need for a selfie stick! And as soon as she's done giving a goofy smile for Hated R's selfie, the Carolinian has hers elevated and ready for a second shot. "Cheese whiz!"

Chevy might not have gotten a chance to fight everyone in the first season of the NFG -- but it seems she's more than happy to share the stage now! "Alright, yeah! I'll do that -- I just hope you won't forget all about me after this is over!" The freckle-faced farm girl gives Hated R a wink as she takes a few steps backward. Tucking her phone back into a pocket, the ferry-operator-costumed fighter decides to flex just a -little- bit of her waterbending muscles, by drawing the water out of one bucket. She lets it swirl around in midair for a moment as she cheerily waits for her opponent to finish his swipes -- and by the time he's looking again, she's spinning the water globe upon her finger like a Harlem Globetrotter.

It's taken a while -- but the NFG fight staff has finally managed to relocate to the deck of the yacht! And now they're giving the thumbs-up to proceed!

Chevy just beams. Peeks of her blue jeans, bared midriff, and white, off-shouldered shirt visible underneath the flapping robes; she didn't commit -too- fully to the costume bit. Regardless, it seems his enthusiasm is contagious, as she's got a huge smile on.

"I've been waiting for this fight for a long time -- I just know it's gonna be a blast! So c'mon..." She flings the water upwards -- and the basketball-sized orb starts spinning into a tiny tornado upon her finger. "... Show me what you got!"

The thing to remember or know about Hated R is that he's either too stupid to realize he may be coming off as obnoxious as the name of his yacht or he's just really good at playing the fool. Even the people that are closest to him don't really understand what's going on with him. He seems to both know stuff and know nothing. Maybe that's why he refers to himself as Don Snow sometimes. Either way, he's just trying to be the best.

Also, in the background, his security detail (two amazonian looking babes because of course they are) are dragging his accountant out by the bifocals and toss him overboard. And then his adding machine.

Anyway, as Hated R brushes off the dirt off his shoulders like that Jay-Z song, he pops the hood up on his sleeveless hoodie and flexes the tatts around for his adoring public. He's in the middle of looking all smug and suave when he spots the freaking BASKETBALL MADE OF WATER spinning around Aqua Globestrotters style. And the gawking happens immediately.

"AYOOOOOOOOO! YOU'RE A FREAKIN' PLANETEER?!" Hated R starts bopping around the deck looking way too hype and excited. "YOOOOOOOO! That is SICK, bruv! A straight MADNESS! I watched BARE Captain Planet back in the day, fam! Madness!" Hated R is too excited about this. "My favorite, yeah? The fire dude! Mans was sick with it! Mad dope skillz! Like me! Hahaha, sick!"

It takes him a moment to actually calm down enough to flex the fingers on his hands within those stylish fingerless gloves that of course he wears to fight with because he thinks they are cool. Retro as hell but maybe that's what the R stands for.

"Ready?! OKAY!"

The music kicks up behind him and Hated R starts dancing around to the techno-beat that's suddenly rocking the boat (hah!) and that fancy footwork of his brings him in range so that he can suddenly spin out of the dance break and into a quick spin kick aimed for Chevy!

"You think I can get a sick ring too?! I love the planet! It's where all the babes are!"

Incoming bedazzled Pink Chuck Taylor at 3 O'Clock!

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Hated R's Spin Kick.

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Hated R          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Chevy

Chevy breaks into soft laughter as she's likened to a Planeteer.
It might have been funnier if she'd known what that was.
"Ahaha... I don't think I read that one!"
If 'Captain Planet' is about weird superhuman powers and it's not a movie she's seen, then it's just got to be a comic book, right?

Still -- the hayseed just wouldn't have felt right engaging in battle if she didn't at -least- make an effort to show what was hiding up her billowing, ferryboat-captain sleeves. With the demonstration complete, she lowers the empty bucket beneath the miniature tornado and lets gravity do the rest.

Though, as the music shifts, Chevy recalls that it's... well, it's been a minute since she's needed to use her waterbending skills for more than parlor tricks. Her battles with Brain Storm, with Ichika, with Iris, with Braun -- they seem like a lifetime and a half ago. So it's a good thing that Hated R gives her plenty of time to steel herself for battle. "Ready!" she chirps back, raising her pole to a defensive diagonal.

The music swells -- and Hated R moves on the beat. Even with his distracting commentary, Miss Beaumont is able to keep her focus on the tide of combat, raising her pole and sidestepping out of harm's way. Some water splashes from her buckets as the pole absorbs the brunt of the impact, her arms jarring as she redirects the momentum away from herself.

A ring? She's still enamored with the necklace Buck had given her, tucked away from view beneath many, many layers of cloth. She can, however, appreciate his desire for jewelry -- if not knowing a single thing about Captain Planet.

"Haha -- I'm sure it'd look nice on you!"

She doesn't give him time to think about that though -- as almost immediately, she uses her control over the water to sharply reverse the pole's momentum, stabbing it down at the deck of the ship -- and then aiming to sweep Hated R's leading ankle out from under him. Should she manage that -- she'd hope to tug that ankle upwards, flipping him onto his backside!

COMBATSYS: Hated R blocks Chevy's Corner Store.

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

Hated R is nothing but big smiles and fun times even as that pole of buckets is used to defend against his stylish attack. An attack that is pretty much mostly style and minimal impact. None of that matters though as his sneaker collides with the pole and it gets all redirects. And Hated R is in awe again.

"There's water in those buckets?! YO, THAT'S CRAZY!"

Hated R recovers as well as he can, spinning on the one stable heel to plant himself back into a normal position. He shakes his head. "I gotta' get me some buckets. But filled with money. Or mayo. Chipotle Mayo. It'd be so dope."

As the jewelry response comes back in his direction, the smug superstar takes a moment to preen. "Yeah, everything looks nice on me. Even my fashion has dope skillz." More brushing off imaginary dirt.

That pole gets redirected via bending of water and the slam into the deck of the ship has Hated R paying just enough attention to bring that leading ankle's foot up and step on the end of that pole. "Hah! Nice tr--"

He's cut off by the fact that his other foot is slipping on the water that's on the deck. The slipping that makes him end up on his bootay anyway!

"Nevermind!" Guess he's going to take his smart aleck comment back.

Hated R slides a bit on the water that's not underneath him, aiming a quick and swift foot at Chevy's /own/ ankle! "I call this move the Kurt Ankle!"

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Hated R's Light Kick.

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

Chevy can't help but bark out another laugh as Hated R discovers even more about her fighting style. She may be outwardly dressed like a ferryman going on about her solemn duty, but in truth, she's really just the same 'girl next door' who's genuinely thrilled to be meeting such interesting people.

"Haha -- but why in the world would you need that much chipotle mayo? I got a little squeeze bottle back home, like to last me a couple years now..."

After her sweep sends Hated R to the deck, she's gladdened to see that he's able to pivot his momentary fall around into a counterattack. Shifting her weight at the last moment, she's able to lift her foot just as Hated R's foot is crashing into it. She swings her water buckets for balance, allowing her foot to buckle without the added pressure of being a load-bearing limb.

"Nnf..." she grunts. But, being a wrestling fan herself, she appreciates the reference: "Heh, I like that!"

-Also- being a wrestling fan, though, she'd be remiss in her duties if she didn't see a lowered opponent and passed up an opportunity for an elbow drop. "I... don't have a name for this!" Gripping her staff with her left hand, she brings her right elbow up, dropping it like a hammer onto for Hated R's chest!

COMBATSYS: Hated R fully avoids Chevy's Medium Strike.

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

Hated R is still on the ground and his expensively picked out superstar attire is just getting more and more wet. He doesn't seem to care. In fact, he seems to be way more interested in the conversation he's having with his opponent for this here NFG Bout!

If there was a narrator to this, this is the part where they'd be saying that sometimes its just nice to have a friendly spar and not a fight to the death.

Anyway, there's a shrug that comes along with Hated R's answer about the chipotle mayo. "Endorsement Deal. I have to eat this stuff for like a year!" Hated R turns to the nearest NFG camera as a bottle of Sweet Brown's Chipotle Mayo is tossed into his hands. He holds it up label out. "And you should too. Fight! For your right! To mayo! At your local market or grocery." SmilePing!

This is about the same time that he can see Chevy's shadow headed in his direction and he drops to roll out of the way. There's a big grin on his face as he clears the elbow drop target area. "Sick move! I'd call it uh.... Throwdown at the Elbow Corral."

While he's talking, Hated R pops the top on the mayo and hops to his feet. "I'm really sorry about this but I use this gif all the time. So I gotta." The apology is followed up by the bottle being aimed and squoze(?) to squirt that slightly spicy grossly warm (he should've kept it on the fridge but... nah) chipotle mayo at Chevy's face and eyes in yet another professional wrestling homage; this time being the blinding green mist!

Wait, does this make Hated R a Heel?!

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Hated R's Explicit Content EX.

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

Chevy's eyebrow quirks. She's still in shock about the idea that anyone would need three gallons of mayo, spicy or flavored or otherwise. In her mind, nothing short of an outdoor wedding reception would need -that- much mayo...

"... Oh, that makes sense!" She considers sharing her 'wedding reception' hypothesis, but decides not to get in the way of the product endorsement. Professional courtesy!

Besides, it's clear Hated R has strenths and talents she doesn't. Which becomes clear with the witty remark he makes when she admits to not having a name for that move. She grins at that as she peels herself off the deck, rolling back and to her side -- a motion which is much less wet than it -ought- to be as the waterbender demonstrates her ability to keep the water in those two buckets throughout the roll.

She has a bit less control over the mayo, though -- having not realized the topic of discussion was -also- to be guest-starring as a weapon in the fight. She's just climbing back to a crouch when Hated R brings the bottle into attack position.

It takes a fraction of a second for her to parse the words...
This isn't just a pitch!

Her arm flicks up with lightning speed; the spiced mayo glob splut onto her arm. Some bits of the spice-laden condiment, though, manage to squirt right past her deflecting limb. And it would -seem- that some gets in her eye. You know -- judging from the way the hayseed's demeanor suddenly shifts from pleasant and cordial to a *bloodcurdling scream*.


The pole and buckets are dropped in her haste -- water spilling all over the deck. At this point -- well, she's not really worried about the mess. She's in a bit of a blind rage -- and the hog wrangler suddenly lunges forward, making a grab for the bottle!

"Why the heck'd you go an'--- AAARGH!"

It's... possible she doesn't know her own strength though. Because if she manages to grab hold of her chipotle-shilling opponent, she's going to grip tight as she takes to her feet -- and whirl him around in a quick one-eighty, hammer-tossing him across the deck with hellacious speed. Forget about the bottle -- this means war!

COMBATSYS: Hated R dodges Chevy's Medium Throw.

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

There are things that Hated R is proud of and there are things that he wishes he never did in his life. He has No Regerts as one of his tattoos probably says but there are moments in his life where he realizes that maybe an action taken was a mistake.

This is not one of those times.

"Sorry!" Hated R is actually laughing at bit at the reaction to the lightly spicy mayo attack that he wasn't even sure was going to work. He's really kind of a fly by the seat of his sometimes Hammer pants kind of fighter. He never really knows what he's doing. As long as he's having a good time and keeping his fans entertained, that's all that truly matters to the Hated of R.

"But Dope Skillz Gotta Do What Dope Skillz Gotta Do!" That has to be the worst explanation ever created for this kind of mistrust and ruination of facial expressions with a sandwich condiment.

Then Chevy is coming straight for his bottle and Hated R does what anybody in his position would do... he lets go. His body almost immediately slides into a dance move that has him spinning and sliding out of harm's way of the rest of Chevy's movements and by the time he's done, he's leaning against -- is that a stripper pole on the deck of the OBNOXIOUS? Yes. Yes, it is. He's leaning against it, munching on a carrot (likely handed to him by one of his vegetarian fans) and the hood of his vest is up on his head, the leather bunny ears built into it making his next statement all the more... fitting?

"Nyah, ain't I a stinker?"

His taunting done, Hated R skids forward to aim a kick at Chevy's midsection so that he can try to grab her into a DDT position. If he can manage to hook her for it, there will be some theatrical moonwalking before driving her face first into the OBNOXIOUS' dance floor of a deck.

COMBATSYS: Chevy interrupts Moonwalk Sonata from Hated R with Marsh Slam EX.

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

It's been tough for Chevy to get back into fighting form. During her break, she'd managed to work on her car and hang out with friends and her own family. And of course, she'd enjoyed meeting the Finleys as an unexpected bonus. And, just like Ichika had suggested in the mid-season break, she'd spent -no- time thinking about fighting. It wouldn't be a proper vacation otherwise!

So -- it's something of a blessing in disguise for Hated R to begin the fight the way he did. It comes as a stark reality check for the Carolina girl. Playtime's over -- it's time to get to work. And as Hated R slips right out of her grasp, the momentarily-blinded hayseed is reminded that the trash-talking star is also a talented wrestler in his own right. She recovers from her overextended grab by bracing herself upon her pole. And as Hated R boasts, she takes the moment to make a sweeping gesture with her left hand, steering the spilled water back into the vacated buckets.

"That don't make no sense..." she replies, wiping a damp, oversized sleeve against her eye to rid it of most of the spiced mayo. Her right eye winks repeatedly in an effort to get the rest of the junk out, while she keeps her left eye focused on him. She raises her pole -- and once-more filled buckets -- back to waist level, ready to defend.

... Invoking the cartoon reference does, surprisingly, appear to help defuse her anger, as she breaks into a smirk. After all, one of her fondest memories of her Paw was watching cartoons with him.

"Well, *that's* settled. Guess what, man?"

No time to finish that though, though; Hated R's next response is to slide at her with a kick! She's quicker on the draw this time though, leveling the staff at shoulder-height and scooting sideways just enough so that the kick grazes her side, rather than hitting her dead-center. "Nngh!" The exchange serves to drop her shoulders -- but just not in the way he may have wanted, as her hips are lower too.

"It's rabbit season!"

With the pole between them, and the buckets hanging on either side, Chevy sharply leaps upward. Icy water splashes out, freezing instantly upon contact with Hated R's collarbone and shoulders. Chevy herself arcs into a forward somersault, leaping over top of Hated R's head in the start of a flip -- with her pole now locked just beneath his chin! As she continues her flip, she pulls the pole up with her, lifting Hated R into a reverse flip of his own. And when the waterbender lands in a crouch, she'll slam him the airborne wrestler onto the deck!

The ice melts instantly, allowing her to pull her pole and buckets free. "Nngh..." she laments, rubbing her side as she rises. "Though, I warn't ever much good at shootin'. I guess you get off easy there..." she notes with a small grin.

Water. Water can be a great thing. Especially during the heat and the summer months. There's also something to be said for water when one is feeling parched or thirsty. There's a strange sensation when consuming water that makes everything all better.

Then there's dealing with water that is being used as a weapon and the benders that are capable of doing so. That's a whole different kind of water altogether.

Hated R's eyes go a bit more on the wider side when he realizes that his DDT attempt is being stifled in real time. He doesn't actually have a chance to switch or change tactics because there's icy water freezing across his shoulders and that's putting him in a stiff state of affairs. The look on his face seems to follow suit but more frozen out of 'oh crap' than the coldness that's making it harder for him to move as smoothly as he has been. His eyes manage to follow the Aquabatics (hah!) of Chevy as she goes up and over his head, he doesn't even realize that her bucket pole is underneath his chin until he feels it. There would be an 'Urk!" sound if he could get the sound out in time but the movements have him up and flipping so quickly that the sound of his entire body crashing into the deck of his yacht is what everybody gets to hear instead. Also, something crunches. Either a bone or a bag of chips... since he's All That.

Hated R just lays there for a moment, his hand reaching up to show a 'thumbs up' and somehow point in Chevy's direction, "Okay, /that/ was dope." The groaning that follows as Hated R struggles to get back to his feet is what makes it clear he's in pain. He starts peeling himself out of the hooded leather vest. "I think you hit the mark." The hoodie is held up and then tossed in Chevy's direction. "A pelt from your hunt! Maybe you wear it proudly! And Fudd-ly!" Hated R just giving away one of his signature hoodies because Chevy earned it, probably.

Oh, also, he just tries to run past her and kick her while leaping away! He's learning he's going to have to try and keep his distance as much as he can!

COMBATSYS: Chevy parries Hated R's Evasive Kick!!

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

Water -is- great during the summer. Chevy really wishes it were warmer though, so she wouldn't need to wear as many layers. With this much on, it's hard for her to show off the pretty deer-antler necklace Buck had gotten her...

Though, it seems that Hated R may be thinking she's not wearing -enough- layers. For the first thing he does after getting up is to peel off his extra-warm hoodie!

"H-hey, I'm sorry if I gave the wrong idea, but--"

There's a moment of indecision where Chevy isn't -quite- sure what's going on. By now though, her fighting habits are starting to come back to her: water begins to churn at her feet, rolling into a tight ring around her feet. And when the hoodie comes close, her caution pays off: she's able to swing the pole up, catching the hoodie upon a bucket!

With the hoodie out of the way, the dangerous kick behind it is revealed -- just in time for the pole to catch the tread of his shoe! Chevy's eyes open in alarm, but rather than resist the impact of the kick, she sidesteps out of the way and lets the pole continue flying backwards a bit, holding on with just her left hand. Stepping backwards, her water-shoes slosh around through the churning waters...

And then, the waterbender changes the tide. The churning water surges beneath her feet, lifting her up and allowing her to pivot freely. As her overcloak flares wide from the momentum of Hated R's kick, her wave lets her keep pace with his escape!

"Hey, where're you goin'? We ain't done here yet!"

The momentum continues her spin as her wave hurtles her towards him. She reaches out, seeking to latch hold of the back of his neck. If she grabs hold, the wave-riding waterbender would try to haul him up a bit -- and then bulldog him face-first into the deck!

COMBATSYS: Chevy successfully hits Hated R with Mudskipper EX.

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

There's a good chance that Hated R doesn't even know what he's going to do from moment to moment. He's one of those individuals that just kind of goes with whatever part of the flow is flowing at any given time. Which usually means that he's going to be trying to learn how to fight and also fight at the same time.
There's a reason why he has a security team, right?

When that kick of his ends up being worse for him than Chevy, there's a frown of annoyance that creeps across his features. He doesn't know if he timed it wrong or if CHevy's just that good. Either way, it's just some bad luck... or the beginning of what may turn out to be bad luck. But the annoyance doesn't last long as it is replaced with some wide eyes at the way Chevy grips him by the back of the neck.

For a moment, he looks like a cartoon character trying to run in place -- his feet are off the ground for a couple of rotations and everything. Chevy stronger than she looks, guys.

The culmination of such a tremendous bulldog has the crowd reacting as if this were the latest pay-per-view or something. Hated R's face smashes into the deck and the pained groan mixes with the crunching of his nose and it's just pain for the next few brief moments.

Hated R peels his face from the deck to look up and around. "Is it too late to learn Wax On, Wax Off?"

His pained and bloody nose'd quip is followed up by him rolling to the side and stumbling to get himself up to his feet. As he gets up to his feet, wobbling to and fro, he whines a bit.

As he gets up to his feet... again(?), wobbling to and fro, he whines a bit... more?

As he gets up to his feet... another time(?), still wobbling to and fro, he whines another bit.

As he gets up to-- okay, what is going on here?!

One by one, Hated Rs rise to their feet, they all seemed to operating and moving the same but just slightly delayed as if they were a collection of After Images reacting one after each other and surrounding Chevy. The reality of them being Hard Light Holograms because the reality as all five of them (including the Real Hated R) swarm in Chevy's direction to unleash a barrage of kicks, punches, stomps, lean backs, pops locks and drop its. It's just a plethora of dance moves and combat moves all rolled into a dogpile of hard light holographic pop stardom.

Perhaps the most annoying part of this whole thing is that they are harmonizing together as they do this. So rude. But at least it sounds great.

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

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

When it comes to the 'no regrets' philosophy, Chevy is trailing along behind Hated R. She has regrets for driving his face into the deck; she gasps in mute horror once she sees him lift his face to view. And -- upon hearing the Karate Kid callback -- she's reminded of her regrets for not having spent some of her training time working with the spiritual captain of the OBNOXIOUS while they were bunked together in the so-called 'Thunderdome.' (She'd felt guilty enough that, in selecting her fight wardrobe, she'd opted to replace her 'Team Thunder' jeans for a less-blinged-up pair...)

But some of those regrets are forgotten each time Hated R rises to his feet. Which is to say: Chevy's less worried about the past, and more about her immediate future! "Whoa! Wicked!" As she draws in her breath, the air around her takes on an icy chill. A quick twirl of her pole surrounds her with a curtain of water. And by the time the first attacker swings in, a very distinctive *CH'NK!* sound is heard...

For Chevy has turned the water into two large shields of ice, one fixed in place to each of her forearms! The shields are thin, and the ice is hard and brittle -- each brutal impact from Hated R adds a pattern of spider-webbed fissures into the crystalline barriers. Chevy withdraws several steps in the midst of her defense, though by the time the last afterimage has its fill, the ice barriers have all but disintegrated, leaving a swath of ice crystals to melt on the deck.

Of course, that particular defense comes with a drawback -- something noted as her exposed hands and cheeks are now chock full of goosebumps.

"Th-th-th-that was so cool!!" insists the shivering hayseed. It's a compliment, though one would be forgiven for thinking otherwise, as meltwater from the remaining ice flows into the lower of her two buckets.

She's not waiting around any longer though -- and while she may not be sure -which- of the holograms is Hated R, she takes a reasoned guess -- and 'stabs' her pole towards him in such a way as to avoid striking him directly, but rather, to try and scoop her bucket around his fist. If she manages that, she'd freeze the ice around his hand -- and use the partially frozen limb as a handhold to slam the wrestler to the deck!

When it comes to the 'no regrets' philosophy, Chevy is trailing along behind Hated R. She has regrets for driving his face into the deck; she gasps in mute horror once she sees him lift his face to view. And -- upon hearing the Karate Kid callback -- she's reminded of her regrets for not having spent some of her training time working with the spiritual captain of the OBNOXIOUS while they were bunked together in the so-called 'Thunderdome.' (She'd felt guilty enough that, in selecting her fight wardrobe, she'd opted to replace her 'Team Thunder' jeans for a less-blinged-up pair...)

But some of those regrets are forgotten each time Hated R rises to his feet. Which is to say: Chevy's less worried about the past, and more about her immediate future! "Whoa! Wicked!" As she draws in her breath, the air around her takes on an icy chill. A quick twirl of her pole surrounds her with a curtain of water. And by the time the first attacker swings in, a very distinctive *CH'NK!* sound is heard...

For Chevy has turned the water into two large shields of ice, one fixed in place to each of her forearms! The shields are thin, and the ice is hard and brittle -- each brutal impact from Hated R adds a pattern of spider-webbed fissures into the crystalline barriers. Though the ice manages to keep her limbs from getting jostled around too much, that doesn't change the fact that Chevy is rocked backwards from each blow; a steady withdrawal that nonetheless begins to take its toll on her. By the time the last afterimage has its fill, the ice barriers have all but disintegrated, leaving a swath of ice crystals to melt on the deck.

Of course, that particular defense comes with a drawback -- something noted as her exposed hands and cheeks are now chock full of goosebumps. She's trying to grit her teeth -- to keep them from chattering!

"Th-th-th-that was so cool!!" insists the shivering hayseed. It's a compliment, though one would be forgiven for thinking otherwise, as meltwater from the remaining ice flows into the lower of her two buckets.

She's not waiting around any longer though -- and while she may not be sure -which- of the holograms is Hated R, she takes a reasoned guess -- and 'stabs' her pole towards him in such a way as to avoid striking him directly, but rather, to try and scoop her bucket around his fist. If she manages that, she'd freeze the ice around his hand -- and use the partially frozen limb as a handhold to slam the wrestler to the deck!

COMBATSYS: Chevy successfully hits Hated R with Battleship Chains.

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

The Hated Holograms, Hatergrams?, are all in a smash happy mood. It might be some sort of twisted version of breaking the ice like on that one movie with Ralph Macchio but this is a little more involved because they are trying to land some hits on Chevy! But zee ice! it iz too zhick! Or something along those lines. So much so that some of the hard light holograms start flickering and stuttering in their movements. Getting kind of screwy there for a moment but it does make it easier to know which one is the real Hated R.

It's that one. The one in the middle. Right there. He's not flickering but he does look kind of oblivious sometimes. Like whatever's going on inside his head is flickering.

Anyway, things take a turn when Chevy decides it is time to start putting some nails in this popstar's coffin. That pole stabs in his direction and Hated R flinches-- he remembers getting tossed around by her and that thing not too long ago. However, this time she's using the patented 'scoop the fist' technique! Hated R watches as his hand gets even more iced out than the bling that he's always wearing.


Hated R channels a little Gucci Mane before he's taken to Slamsville, Greece! Once again colliding with the deck of his own yacht with vicious brutality. But in a fun way.

There's more pain and groans as Hated R rolls along the deck, trying to thaw out his frozen hand but stop, drop, and roll is not as effective for ice as it is for fire. Not that he's ever been on fire... for that long. Ahem. It takes him a moment to get himself back upright, wobbling to try and steady himself. He does take a moment to lick at that ice around his hand and there's a moment of surprise in his eyes. "Whoa." He licks again. "There must still be some mayo on my hand! This tastes great!"

The realization of how insane he probably looks right now sets in and Hated R focuses again. Kind of. "Aha! So you think a frozen hand's gonna' slow me down, huh?!" Hated R points with the frozen hand at Chevy. The huge smile on his face makes it super clear that he's just playing up to all the fight fodder he's seen on movies and television. "You've only made it easier for my special attack!"

Hated R rushes towards Chevy and leaps into the air. While airborne he goes full Karate Kid by pulling his limbs (frozen et al) into a horrible crane stance while soaring towards Chevy. "FLYING FRASIER CRANE KICK!"

And yes, Hated R Daniel LaRussos at Chevy. From the air. What in the hell is going on.

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Hated R's Fierce Kick.

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

There's just so much to respond to. Chevy takes it all in stride, though -- since she's -pretty- sure that getting his opponents to laugh is a legit element of his strategy. She grins as he rolls around -- and moreso as he springs back to his feet.

She does stare in bewilderment for a moment as she draws her bucket and pole back, swirling it around to maintain a ready stance. Because -- seriously, this guy just licked his own hand. Ew. Coughing lightly, she notes, "... Well, I'm glad you like it that way, 'cause I can definitely say it ain't no good as eye drops..."

The hayseed begins to withdraw, though, as Hated R starts raising the temperature on deck. Is it the chipotle mayo flavor, or his own? Her face contorts in mild disgust -- though part of that is upsold for the crowd. "... Just... -ew!-"

The trouble is -- she knows how the crane kick works. And the trick to it is that the -actual- vector of the kick can vary quite a bit, based on how he angles his snap -- making her particular style of leverage-based counterattacking difficult. She raises her pole -- but without knowing how he'll strike, she opts for a safe defense -- crossing her forearms to absorb the brunt of the strike.

"Aagh..!" she barks, hopping back as she shakes the numbness out of her left forearm. But more than that, she's a little confused: "Flying Frasier...? What is that, like, the -full- name of the move?"

It doesn't take her long to recover though. Taking two quick paces to her side, she suddenly swings her pole in such a way that both buckets rise upwards, clanking lightly against one another. Grinning, she takes a long stride in to close the gap with Hated R.

"Alright, Cool Hand Luke -- let's see if we cain't communicate a bit better, huh?"

Chevy reaches out for Hated R's right hand. If she grabs hold of it, though -- she'll suddenly fling her buckets out hardly to her right, using the leverage from her weighted pole to whirl herself around counter-clockwise! And if she's still got a good, solid grip on Hated R -- that means he'll suddenly find his arm yanked forward sharply, as Chevy hurls his right shoulder into the deck!

COMBATSYS: Chevy successfully hits Hated R with Riptide.
-**- LUNATIC HIT!! -**-

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Hated R          2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=====--\1            Chevy

Get A Grip.

That's an interesting statement to be used in this particular moment of combat bliss. Because that is exactly what Chevy has on hated R in this moment. The Sultan of Superstardom's Flying Frasier Crane Kick was so festively blocked that even the pop star doesn't know how to react. That was one of the most quickly made up but awesome moves he's thought of in the last five minutes and it had been completely run into what effectively can be considered a brick wall.

And now there's the fact that he's having to deal with Chevy's hands back on his arm and there's no wrenching out of this grip. Could have everything to do with the fact that one of his hands is slowly melting from the frozenosity that it just suffered. Could have something to do with the angle and the physics. Honestly, likely, Hated R's probably just not stronger than Chevy... the most likely possibility. She carries around a pole with buckets of water in them. That's that Southern Comfort Strength right there!

"Cool Hand Lu--" Hated R spots the still mostly icy hand of his and it all becomes quite clear. "OH! HAHA! NOICE!" He very much sees what she did there and then very quickly realizes that he's about to see something else.

Leverage is nowhere near on his side and the way his body gets ripped and tided should be a masterclass in physical takedowns. He might actually have whiplash but maybe the weight of his chains helped to stabilize him. Either way, that vicious yanking sends him on a smash course with the deck of that ship. There's a huge chance his shoulder is no longer where it is supposed to be and Hated R doesn't even try to move. Not after that.

The crumpled heap of this man just remains one as the OBNOXIOUS crowd collectively winces and gasps at the utter brutality of this NFG Business. He groans as he rolls over just a bit, his incredibly dislocated shoulder hanging as he shifts from heap to sprawl and seems to just be done. Any more movement is not going to be in his cards right now.

"OKay, okay. I yield my monkey's uncle." There's probably some not-quite-right words in there but he seems to be done fighting.

Especially since he goes full on dumb grin as he fades into pure unconsciousness.

K! O!

COMBATSYS: Hated R gonna' let that electric slide.

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Chevy            1/--=====/=======|

COMBATSYS: Hated R can no longer fight.

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Chevy            1/--=====/=======|

In her early childhood, Chevy often saw her Paw come home with his face pockmarked with bruises, welts, and other assorted injuries. Sometimes his nose wouldn't sit right. Sometimes he was carrying his arm in a sling, or walking with a limp. It was just... part of the territory for a bar brawler like himself -- someone who not only understood but -welcomed- the idea that 'winning the argument' could be followed by losing a fight afterward.

Chevy had resolved to be a different kind of fighter. To be smarter about things -- to use martial arts as a means to learn more about one another, rather than to enact the theory of might making right.

So it's... something of a shock to the hayseed when Hated R just... doesn't get up. And his shoulder looks a bit... funny.


"Ahh geez... I don't... I don't really -know- any monkeys, let alone their uncles, so I'm gonna have to call for a lifeline here." She laughs nervously, lowering her staff to one side. Her grip loosens so that one of the buckets can just barely graze the ship's deck. Her other hand motions towards the NFG staffers -- and, notably, the medical staff. And it's just as the long overcloak tickles at her side that she remembers she was even -wearing- such a silly getup, causing her to laugh self-consciously.

"Well, I hope the nice folks in white here can get you fixed up right before your... show." She clears her throat, thumbing down-river. "The one... down... the river-dare-chee."

Maximum awkwardness achieved!

"A-anyway -- thank you for the fight!"

COMBATSYS: Chevy lets the tide wash out.

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COMBATSYS: Chevy has ended the fight here.

Log created on 15:06:27 02/15/2024 by Chevy, and last modified on 04:41:33 02/27/2024.