Neo League 0001 - NL#0032: Tiffany vs Aracely

Description: Tiffany has no idea what she's getting into in this post-lucha world. Don't worry about it. It's fine. (Winner: Tiffany)

"Hey, Aracely, come on, don't be like that."
"I ain't being like anything! This is ridiculous."
"It's a sanctioned fight in the Neo League, we talked about this. You're gonna have to bust in somewhere and they're taking Christmas and the New Year off. You wanna sit on your butt for three weeks?"
"When you put it that way... I guess not."


A ring has been assembled beneath one of the overpasses. Unusually, the gates have been left open - this isn't an underground fight ring, no. This is space meant to celebrate the opening of a new MOS Burger just on the other side of this particular patch of ground!

It's an early afternoon, cloudy but not likely to rain. It's chilly but not frigid. And best of all, it's the Neo League.

La Cascabel has a leather jacket on, as fits her gimmick. She's loitering in a surly way near a man in a business suit and a red luchador mask with black mustache and tiny pointed horns. The promoters are getting people together; some overenthusiastic salaryman is in the ring leading the cluster of the assembled in giving him an M, an O, and an S, for MOS BURGER.

"Alright!! Now that you're all fired up - here's the main event!" (Such as it is.) "From the hot sands and deep desert of Baja California - the devil's daughter - la Cascabel!" A few of the crowd start shaking plastic snake rattles which were handed out by Mano 666 previously, even as la Cascabel grasps the lower rope and pushes her way inside, leaping up and spreading her arms to ragged cheering.

Tiffany has had a rough couple days of it -- as rough as you can have without actually getting in an actual fight... but it's all turned out well, and left her distinctly energized. Accordingly, she went looking for a Neo League bout -- and sure enough, she got one.

"And the oppponent -- From Sunshine City, California -- Tiffany Lords!" Who does not rate an appellation, on account of how she instead is the daughter of the president of a multinational company.

Waving a boxing-glove-clad hand to the crowd, Tiffany hops into the ring and goes into a big, exaggerated cartwheel upon landing, getting neatly to her feet quickly. She gives the crowd another wave upon landing, then turns her attention to 'la Cascabel' immediately.

"Hey!" she says, enthusiastically. "This should be a good match -- so give it everything you've got, okay?" With a big, broad smile on her face, she asks the taller girl, "So, ummm... let's do this!" She doesn't really know what to make of this 'devil's daughter' business, so she's just doing her best to do her own very normal thing.

COMBATSYS: Aracely has started a fight here.

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Aracely          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Tiffany has joined the fight here.

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Tiffany          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Aracely

"Que pasa?" la Cascabel asks Tiffany quietly as the announcer speaks up. She tosses her hair with one hand, adding afterwards, "I guess we're both from the coast, huh?"

She then sneers, just a little. Her arms spread out and she looks towards Mano 666, who Tiffany can probably see is completely harmless other than his satanic mask. He shrugs, and gestures forwards.

La Cascabel tosses her hair, unzips her jacket, twists it around and throws it in the air. "Yeah," she answers Tiffany: "Let's do that."

She walks towards Tiffany, trending towards the left. Nothing happens much for a couple of seconds save a sharp look from Aracely's eyes. She rounds and rounds, even as there's a couple of halfhearted rattlings of those plastic tchotchkes in the crowd...

Then she lunges in, almost a short-distance leap as she aims to give Tiffany... a hug? Which would be heartwarming if it wasn't actually a feint to try and get her arms around the other woman and hoist her up, sweeping her leg underneath Tiffany's knees and then dropping her down on the mat on her side!

COMBATSYS: Tiffany dodges Aracely's Power Throw.

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Tiffany          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Aracely

"Yep! Born and raised in California," Tiffany says, giving la Cascabel a big smile just before they get underway. She takes on a tall stance, her dukes rather distinctly up, as Aracely comes in for that forceful 'hug.' She immediately hauls back from her, running for the ropes; bouncing off them, she manages to narrowly outpace the grab attempt.

It is at this point that Tiffany is left to consider her own offense; she purses her lips as she takes the split-second opportunity to think about it. She's got a few favored ways to open an opponent up... but which one to start with?

Flipping up over the ropes as she leans into them, Tiffany hops up onto the top rope and springs off of it; at the apex of her bounce, she redirects her momentum down and forward, looking to open Aracely up with a vicious single-foot kick!

COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Tiffany's Exciting Kick.

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Tiffany          0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0          Aracely


No wait that's Rainbow Mika! THE BIG BOOT comes in as la Cascabel sees she did not in fact manage to sweep and drop Tiffany. The incoming kick makes her step back a pace, throwing up one arm to deflect the attack to slide down along her arm. "Hah!" she says, in frustration and not in laughter.

She staggers back all the way to the turnbuckle, where her arms spread out to catch herself on the ropes. And then she twists around, climbing up along them. It's really more of a scramble. Is she running?

Once she reaches the top ropes she crouches down.

Then she leaps backwards and up, executing a full three-sixty in the air (so that's looking like a no, then, on the whole running-away thing) as she aims her thighs at the back of Tiffany's... Tiffany, really!

COMBATSYS: Tiffany dodges Aracely's Fall From Heaven.

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Tiffany          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Aracely

As Aracely comes down toward Tiffany thighs-first, Tiffany throws herself into a quick forward roll; once again, she sacrifices positioning, but at the very least she comes out of it totally safe. Aracely's got more speed than the boxer was expecting -- she needs to step her game up!

"So, uhh..." Tiffany glances to one side, toward the crowd, as she attempts to find something to converse about with La Cascabel... and ends up feeling like she has nothing, increasingly. They're both from California, but so are a tremendous number of people, really -- does that give them a whole bunch to talk about?

Why talk, for that matter -- she has more important things to do! Like beat the luchadora until she taps out.

Rocking back and forth on her feet a little, Tiffany hurls herself into a sudden cartwheel; the ring makes this a little trickier, but she still manages to aim both of her feet for la Cascabel's face, seeking to pound through the luchadora's guard to the best of her ability with those long legs.

COMBATSYS: Aracely fails to interrupt Groovy Wheel from Tiffany with The Clutches of Satan.
- Power fail! -

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Tiffany          0/-------/-----<<|====---\-------\0          Aracely

She's not from California...
She's from /Baja/ California. The difference is subtle... much like the difference in expectations when la Cascabel lunges in as Tiffany aims both her feet forwards. This should have, in theory, let her vault around her, twist around, and put her in that nasty camel clutch, but instead -

"Pinche Americanas!" Mano 666 curses as Aracely runs face first into the flying feet of Tiffany, staggering back against the rope and dangling for a moment, her lower lip already swelling slightly. She may not be quite faking that.

After that solid plow through Aracely's guard, Tiffany gets herself neatly back to her feet and takes a second to enjoy the moment of success she's had. She glances back toward Mano 666, a little baffled; she /thinks/ she heard what he said, but -- really? /Really/?


Clenching her fists inside her boxing gloves, the Lords heiress takes a single, deep, calming breath. She should really try to capitalize on her opportunity not to be rolling around the ring trying to get away from la Cascabel, but on the other hand... she doesn't want to wear herself out, either, and she knows that that's /always/ a risk, even for someone like her.

Accordingly, she decides to go for some more measured offense; pressing Aracely into the rope a little with her shoulder, Tiffany aims a few quick punches for her midsection. The 'basic' side of her offense has never been that flashy; she saves that for special situations.

COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Tiffany's Medium Punch.

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Tiffany          0/-------/----<<<|======-\-------\0          Aracely

Mano 666 is kind of a rudo, even if his current businesses are THE HOUSE OF HELL and the ownership of a connected small chain of fast-casual restaurant concepts in the Baja California area-- Taqueria "Goku."

But he's not the one on trial here! La Cascabel bounces off the rope, blocking one of Tiffany's punches and staggering out of the way of the rest. She bounces on one booted foot for a moment, her eyes widening, and she then grins suddenly and sharply.

"You're tougher than you look. This is just a way to get people to let their guard down, huh?" Aracely asks, even as she weaves a little, first left and then right. She steps closer a pace - crouches just a little as she does. "I get it."

"Pretty clever of you..."

And then she goes in for a straight punch towards Tiffany's gut from that slight crouch! Neither swift nor powered, this is most decidedly and truly a --

COMBATSYS: Tiffany interrupts Fierce Punch from Aracely with Groovy Knuckle EX.

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Tiffany          0/-------/---<<<<|=======\=------\1          Aracely

"Huh?" Tiffany seems genuinely confused by Aracely's question -- because to her, it's a little ridiculous. This is just who she is! Being accused of obfuscatory stupidity gets her blood up a bit; accordingly, when La Cascabel comes in toward her, she wants to show her exactly the kind of mettle she has.

Ducking low, she throws herself into a full-body crouching spin. That punch is coming for her, and she knows it -- so the best way to deal with it is, of course...

... cross counter!

Popping up out of the crouch and swinging her hand around in a vicious back-knuckle, wreathed in bright yellow sparkles, aiming it dead-on for Aracely's face! The shot isn't perfectly-aligned like some of her cross-counters have been, and the shot to the gut still destabilizes her for a few moments... but she manages to keep herself safe and stable as punch meets punch, for the most part.

POW! Aracely's smashed arm goes flying up as she takes a shot to the chin. Her teeth don't go flying at least, but she staggers back and hits the ring ropes, leaning backwards.

Her eyes cut towards Mano 666.

He nods once, curtly.

Her dark eyes gleam as she looks back to Tiffany and runs forwards, aiming like she's going to do her hugging move again, if with more speed behind it. She leaps as she does, inclining towards the side.

Well, that won't be so bad, will it? Only if she goes flying and hits the turn buckle. But if she gets an arm around Tiffany...

COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Tiffany with Huracanarana.

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Tiffany          1/-----==/=======|=------\-------\0          Aracely

It gets worse, or better depending on your point of view.

La Cascabel twists herself up and over the front of Tiffany, the weight making the other woman stagger slightly as she pivouts herself around with several sharp shoves of her relatively muscled-up upper arms. Indeed her legs get into play too, wrapping leather-wrapped calves around Tiffany's head as she twists --

At this point of course the autonomous reflexes of the other fighter come into play AND BY SATAN'S COMMAND (read: the training of Mano 666), they betray her!! La Cascabel twists around, using efforts to dislodge her to propel her motion /further/ - after another full orbit and a half around Tiffany's body she hooks her ankles behind Tiffany's neck, twisting around as she spins one more full orbit, before slapping both hands on the mat, twisting her back --

And sending Tiffany at the ropes! Possibly BETWEEN them and into the crowd!

Landing, la Cascabel rests her chin in one hand, to help cover how she's panting for breath. She flutters her eyelashes too.

There is a vigorous alarum at this turn of events, of course.

By letting herself start feeling herself, Tiffany ends up leaving her body wide open. La Cascabel whirls around her head over and over again, building up endless momentum -- and when she's finally let go, she's sent flying into the crowd face-first!

For a few moments, Tiffany just lies there, regretting every decision that led to this point. Did she make some obvious mistake that wasn't obvious to her? Did she --

Oh. She started thinking about this like a wrestling match -- which is, of course, La Cascabel's home turf. This is a /Neo League/ match -- she has to treat it like one. And part of that... is remembering that objects are dreadfully, agonizingly legal.

Besides -- Tiffany needs the time to breathe, to just take a second and remember who she is and what she's doing. Reaching down, Tiffany grabs an empty (or freshly-emptied, given the threat of projectile Tiffany) chair, and hurls it back into the ring -- and straight for La Cascabel -- ahead of her own return. It's Neo League -- it's all legal!

COMBATSYS: Aracely dodges Tiffany's Large Thrown Object.

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Tiffany          1/-----==/=======|=------\-------\0          Aracely

La Cascabel gets up to her feet, spreading her arms towards the crowd as she grins, when suddenly Tiffany is going for an abandoned chair and raising it up.

"Look out!" shouts Mano 666.

La Cascabel looks over - and the chair goes flying! With skill similar to that of Roy's close personal friend and prayer partner, George W. Bush, she weaves out of the path of that projectile, before shouting back to Tiffany, "Oh, you wanna roll like this!? Alright! Got a little spunk in you!"

And with that she turns around to recover the chair. Grasping it on one leg, she turns around, running towards the ring ropes - leaping onto them! She sinks down, then vaults into the air, toppling as she does - turning the chair down, like a hammer onto the anvil that is Tiffany!

COMBATSYS: Tiffany interrupts Random Weapon from Aracely with Wonderful Kick EX.

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Tiffany          0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0          Aracely

Truthfully, this was Tiffany's cunning plan from the start. She was pretty sure overhanding a chair at La Cascabel wasn't going to do a whole lot for her -- but it might startle her, and give /her/ an opening to get away with something. And sure enough, when Aracely leaps at her with the chair in a suicide dive, she's waiting for almost literally that exact thing.

Flipping her whole body up into a back-flipping kick, the Lords heiress smashes her feet into the chair; it stings to hit it dead-on like that, but it probably hurts much, /much/ worse for Aracely than it does for her. Throwing herself into a second, near-identical flipping kick now that Aracely's guard has no doubt been broken, she lands with a forceful plant of her hands on the ground...

... and throws her whole body up into the air, whirling like a missile as she plows both of them back up above, and then down to, the ring itself.

Tiffany's power kick upwards sends the chair bursting into flinders, and hits la Cascabel right in her snakey gut! "BLUH" she says aloud as the breath is knocked from her, but as she rises up, her hopes, her dreams, her ambitions rise too.

And so as Tiffany plows her, she twists around. Tiffany may think this is just a sign of her detaching in anticipation of smashing into the ground, except that Aracely's reaching forwards to jerk on Tiffany's arms...

To get her knees under Tiffany's armpits?

The goal is simple: Cling like a monkey, and when they hit the ring, force Tiffany down - and put her in the CLUTCHES OF SATAN, by grasping her chin and pulling up while sitting on her middle back!

COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Tiffany with The Clutches of Satan.
- Power hit! -

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Tiffany          0/-------/--=====|>>>>>--\-------\0          Aracely

In a few short maneuvers, Aracely manages to get the whole situation turned around; Tiffany ends up in that forceful clutch as they land. For an instant, her vision swims from the pain and she feels like the match might be over right there, but she manages -- juuuust barely -- to start fighting out of it when she feels like she's about to give in to the pain. Slowly standing up, she pulls La Cascabel up to her feet alongside her with sheer physical strength, pushing against the taller woman's weight with as much force as she can.

It's slow going, though; she gets plenty of time to wrench that hold for as long as she wants, putting Tiffany's body through its paces to the greatest possible extent. Still -- she has a plan, and that plan requires her to get her body back up while still in close with the luchadora.

Keeping the two of them hooked together, Tiffany attempts to whirl around, getting them face to face; she then pulls the woman in toward her with as much force as she can muster, trying to trap her head in front of her chest.

Teeth grinding, Tiffany finishes the maneuver with a sudden, forceful swing-up-and-thrust of her whole body, hopefully sending the other woman flying as well as getting herself a little breathing room of the type she actually /wants/, at long last.

COMBATSYS: Tiffany successfully hits Aracely with Chest Thrusting.
- Power hit! -

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Tiffany          0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\-------\1          Aracely

%A majestic bounce-up means that Aracely is shoved backwards abruptly and off from her hold before she can develop it into some other creative attempt to abuse the joints put together by God in new, inventive ways. She breaks loose, stggering to her feet. She hits the back ropes hard, but she seems to be metaphorically as well as literally on them. She lunges forwards...

The good news for Tiffany is that la Cascabel is surely on the ropes. The bad news would be that even if she is now a LUCHA ZOMBIE, she appears intent on trying to bowl Tiffany over in the process. If she and Tiffany pass out at the same time and she's on top, she wins, right?!


COMBATSYS: Aracely can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Tiffany dodges Aracely's Rebound Throw.

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Tiffany decides to take a moment to reassess the situation after thrusting her chest up into Aracely and out -- that move always takes a little out of her... and fortunately, that moment to reassess leads to a nice, easy maneuver. Tiffany whips her body out of the way of the charging La Cascabel, letting her go flying out into the crowd.

She's not too proud to win by countout; she comes from the world of professional, raw fighting rather than the theatrics of wrestling, so to her, the circumstances of a victory don't matter /quite/ as much.

Besides -- being the only one standing in the ring lets her go through the whole Pacific High cheer routine while waiting for the count-out!

COMBATSYS: Tiffany has ended the fight here.

Log created on 20:29:42 12/27/2014 by Tiffany, and last modified on 04:56:53 12/28/2014.