Neo League 0001 - NL#0035: The Main Man Hunter Grand vs Tiffany

Description: The Main Man Hunter Grand and Tiffany Lords face off in Tiffany's hometown. Will Tiffany succumb to the hometown curse, or will she rally against a dismissive Main Man?! (Winner: Tiffany)

After last night's bout with Kyoko, Tiffany is strangely energized -- which is really just as well, since she's due to make a brief trip back home to Sunshine City to have a Neo League bout. On the one hand, she feels just slightly like she shouldn't; she has an upcoming bout in a tournament, and accordingly /should/ be training and resting.

... but then, what is the Neo League if not training, right? What is this if not a chance to get a little more familiar with a radically different style from her own?

The Dragon Arena has been chosen for tonight's bout, and Tiffany is already leaning against one of the turnbuckles, giving the crowd a little love. She waves enthusiastically to those in the front row, noticing the signs; a few people, at least, know her by reputation already, and that gives her cause to smile.

She has /no/ idea regarding her opponent; she hasn't bothered to do the research. There have been... more important things to Google search, of late.


That is both the sound that The Main Man Hunter Grand makes and the look on his face as he enters what is supposedly an official location for Neo League 'bouts. It is very clear that he doesn't want to touch anything, whether it be crowd or the location itself as he makes his way to the ring. His entrance music is trying to play through the PA system but this place is so run down and in need of some TLC it can barely be heard.

It's just as well. Even His Royal Grandness feels that it would be a little much for a place as undeserving of his presence as this place is. There's a bit of hesitation before Hunter climbs into the ring and he takes a moment to run his finger along the ropes, checking it for dust, dirt and grime. "Pitiful. Absolutely pitiful." Grand gives a shake of his head as he finally decides to turn his attention to what is allegedly going to be his opponent for tonight's festivities. "Don't you worry, doll. The Superior Star will make this quick."

COMBATSYS: Tiffany has started a fight here.

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Tiffany          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Grand has joined the fight here.

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Tiffany          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Grand

Clenching her fists tightly, Tiffany feels her blood boil as she's so casually dismissed by the entering Hunter Grand. "Oh, you'll be seeing stars, all right," the Lords heiress mumbles. It's one thing to be insulted -- it's another to be treated like she's nothing. Didn't her mentor just tell her not to let anyone let her feel like she's less than fantastic?

Weaving back and forth, Tiffany does her best to put her anger out of her mind, feeding on her hometown crowd's energy instead of letting herself get put down by the Main Man; the energy of her people washes over her quickly, and she puts those thoughts out of her mind.

Fists clenched tightly, Tiffany springs toward the ropes. There's a bright flash of purple energy as she sends her body into a forward flip off of them, aiming her feet at Hunter's chest in a piercing, diving kick!

COMBATSYS: Grand blocks Tiffany's Exciting Kick.

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Tiffany          0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0            Grand

The Superior Star doesn't seem to be too worried about his opponent. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she's a girl. Maybe it has even more to do with the fact that he is and will always be The Grandest of All Time and therefore worrying about an opponent doesn't even register as a viable option. Which is why he doesn't seem too bothered by the words being said to him or the sudden rushing of the female off towards the ropes. In fact, Hunter sighs.


As Tiffany soars off those ropes in a forward flipping motion towards his pristine and adonis designed body, The Main Man Hunter Grand raises his arms to plant them in front of his chest. Those feet impact those arms pretty hard, enough to make him actually take a step back. "Cute. The Grand One almost felt that."

Hoping that his timing and ring presence and awareness are all in sync, The Superior Star picks that backwards step right back up as he hits the ropes himself, rebounding off them in a brisk run towards a hopefully still rising and recovering Tiffany, aiming to take her head off with his knee as he dives feet first at her with his own Grandiose twist on what is commonly referred to as a Busaiku Knee Kick.

COMBATSYS: Tiffany blocks Grand's Granding Ovation.

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

The Busaiku Knee is a powerful move -- but Tiffany sees it coming a mile away, and knows just how to keep herself protected. Bringing her hands up to cover her face, she takes most of the impact on her gloves, though she still staggers right back into the corner briefly. Rocking back and forth a little, the heiress notes, "Not bad... but not /great/, either," with a small shake of her head. "You're better'n you look, but..."

Operating on a hunch, Tiffany decides to test her opponent's defenses along a very different axis; standing tall, she whirls her arm around and around, trying to make her blow look more telegraphed than it actually is. "Guru, guru, guru," she murmurs -- 'spin, spin, spin...'

... and as sparkles juuust start to collect in her whirling hand, she swings it forward, aiming a strike laced with the energy of the crowd squarely for Hunter's jaw! "Guru-VY PUNCH!" she declares, as her body streaks straight forward.

COMBATSYS: Tiffany successfully hits Grand with Groovy Punch.

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

There's something about Grand's cocky attitude that makes him fall for things like this. Not to mention he's probably not even looking at the fist that he should be telegraphing right now. He's looking at a couple other things that are all up in his line of sight for the time being. That's what happens when you're a female and you're fighting The Grand One. You get sized up, constantly, for a place in the Grand Harem.

Smacked right in the side of the face by what is likely a more powerful punch than he'd like to admit, The Grand One stumbles and almost falls into the nearest turnbuckle. He saves himself by grabbing onto the ropes and giving his head a few shakes. If there were any cobwebs of doubt that this was going to be anything but a battle to doom, they have all been cleared out. That's for damn sure.

"His Royal Grandness is almost impressed. You hit like a girl, though." Hunter stalks his prey just a bit, before just aiming a huge boot right for her gut.

COMBATSYS: Tiffany dodges Grand's Light Kick.

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

Tiffany clenches her fist tight as she watches the Grand One stumble into the turnbuckle; she keeps herself well-apprised of his approach, looking him dead in the eyes as she goes into a forceful springboard off the ropes that carries her completely over his boot. "I'd say you hit like a boy, but I don't have any proof of you hitting at /all/," she teases right back, hoping to get right under Hunter's skin; it's better to swing back than to let him win that exchange.

Speaking of winning exchanges! Tiffany decides to show her opponent just what she's got up her sleeve as far as kick-based offense goes. After all: why /not/ one-up one's opponent, right?

Eagerly moving forward, Tiffany feints a quick punch with a boxing-gloved hand, then follows it up with some quick attacks from her feet. The first two are nothing special -- quick kicks at his shins -- but the third is a slightly more aggressive knee strike to the midsection.

COMBATSYS: Grand dodges Tiffany's Light Kick.

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

The Grandest of All Time is having a difficult time connecting with this spry girl. He's not exactly as well versed in beating up such people that are so below his radar that he doesn't even know they exist. Her banter back at him gets ignored in favor of him sliding and sidestepping away from her series of brutal kicks. He stands clear for just a moment, before he's realizing this may be a bit of an opportune moment.

The Main Man takes off in a quick sprint towards Tiffany. He gives himself a little bit of aerial room when he gets close enough, one hand reaching out to see if it can't find a home on the back of Tiffany's head. He's hoping this sudden burst of speed and unorthodox attack method will help to make sure his opponent is chowing down on some of the mat. Facebuster style!

COMBATSYS: Tiffany dodges Grand's Quick Throw.

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

Before Hunter can get his hands on her for that facebuster, Tiffany rapidly backpedals, bouncing off the ropes and getting herself ready for new offense almost immediately. "Closer!" she teases, reaching up with one hand to flash a peace sign... which proves impossible, because boxing gloves, but /someday/ she'll get used to that particular quirk. Someday.

Taking on a taller stance than she had before, Tiffany hurls herself straight forward toward Hunter Grand; just as she gets particularly close, her /hands/ hit the floor, and she forces herself into a handstand -- and then up, into a hand /jump/!

Her whole body spins upward, feet drilling into the air and possibly into Hunter's jaw. Her body wreaths itself in bright purple sparkles this time -- a stark contrast to her earlier gold.

COMBATSYS: Grand fails to counter Beautiful Spin from Tiffany with Down Syndrome.

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

The Grand One's frustration is mounting. Growing. It's more or less starting to boil over. He is clearly not having a good match and he's starting to get visibly annoyed. How can you tell? Well, he's almost throwing a tantrum every time this girl gets out of his grasp. Which, for record, is pretty much every time he attempts to grasp!

With a moment or two of stomping in place happening after Tiffany's latest escape routine, The Grand One whirls around to see that she's headed for him in a manner that he's particularly used to. A lot of women dive in his direction from time to time. However, this looks like it's going to hurt. Which is why the smirk on his face seems to be so misplaced. "Gotcha'." is whispered with a wry smirk, before he takes a step (a mistake) and leaps up to meet the girl on fire!

Instead, his face just meets the drilling heels and purple sparkles that much sooner. He gets rocked back down to the mat with the greatest of ease and he's sprawled out there, rocking back and forth as if he's incapable of understanding where or how or what is even happening. The look on his face is both pain and shock. There's blood leaking from his mouth as he utters a more fitting statement than his previous soft declaration, "... or not."

Weaving back away from the freshly-busted-open Grand One, Tiffany is content, for a few moments, to let him throw as much of a tantrum as he likes. Tossing a hand through her hair, she gives the crowd a wave and announces, proudly, "I think we'll have this wrapped up in a few short moments!"

She doesn't usually think very hard, but she can tell when she's in someone's head -- indeed, it's one of the first skills she's picked up from suddenly getting in /a lot/ of fights. In a place like this, in her hometown... she can play that for all it's worth.

On the one hand, she thinks that she could hammer clean through the Main Man's weaknesses now... but on the other, she needs to pace herself and make the fight exciting! Accordingly, she decides to back off for now; when she steps up to him this time, it's to give him a quick boxer's jab to the chest, and then another a little lower, to the gut.

COMBATSYS: Tiffany successfully hits Grand with Quick Punch.

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

The Grand One is barely back on his feet before he catches a pair of punches. One to the chest and one to the gut. Both of which seem to be primed to make him feel it. He grunts through them and gives another frustrated shake of his head. He really cannot figure out what is going on. His eyes are extra wide with a combination of astonishment and frustration.

Anger starts to take over now and The Grand One is practically snarling as he just goes from the mat to the air in one quick motion. His legs extend and he aims both of his feet at the head of this girl that has been making a mockery of the Grand Court since he has arrived. It would seem that Hunter is attempting to mount some sort of offense here!

COMBATSYS: Tiffany blocks Grand's GTFO.

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

The hopping kick to the head meets Tiffany's hands again, just as the knee did -- it's by a narrow margin, but she manages to keep her face defended. Her arms start singing out in abject agony, though, and she clenches her fists tightly to try to ward it off; she doesn't think she has too many of those critical defenses left in her, at this point. Her offense remains strong... but her guard is /wide/ open.

Already, though, her gut's telling her that something big is coming; she knows enough about the pace of a fight to make /that/ guess, and accordingly, she steps in with a plan to buy herself some time.

Reaching out toward Hunter, she grabs at the Main Man's neck, trying to shove him squarely... into... her... chest. If she can get her hands squarely on him, she'll grind his face into her chest for a few moments, then thrust her whole torso up and forward, sending him flying up into the air and away from her.

COMBATSYS: Grand fails to counter Chest Thrusting from Tiffany with That Escalated Quickly.
- Power fail! -

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

The Grand One is probably insane. Or going insane. It's going to be really hard to explain what is going on right now considering the fact that he's likely enjoying what is going on more than he's hating it. In fact, the moment he gets caught up and pulled into her chest like that, he's more than happy to just let it happen. In fact, for the longest of the short time, he's just got his thumbs up for the crowd. Not that they even care about him being happy in the least.

There comes a moment, though, when he attempts to get a grip on her so that he can lift her up. However, that comes a bit too late because she's sending him sailing through the air and across the ring like he was nothing more than a ken doll. He even manages to spin in the air, just before his face collides with the turnbuckle, which bounces him back into the air and down to the mat with some extra sauce on it.

Hunter Grand isn't particularly moving at this point. He's breathing. He's conscious. But with a face full of blood and a body full of pain, there's no chance in him moving for a moment or two.

The crowd goes... complicated. It's kind of hard to cheer for Tiffany getting offense when it's /this/ offense, and when Hunter seems to be enjoying it; nevertheless, though, the final reaction seems to be a rousing cheer. Tiffany is left with a conundrum: what do you do with space you bought for yourself when you don't actually /need/ it? Hunter is still conscious, and even with her distinct lead, Tiffany knows to treat him like a threat. After all... it wasn't long ago she was on /his/ side of this fight, and managed to pull it out.

Rushing in at top speed, Tiffany does a baseball-slide toward Hunter; she only gets one shot at this particular trick, so she /has/ to make it count. As her slide nears his downed body, she forces herself into a strong upward flip, trying to launch his prone form into the air with her feet. It's about then that she realizes her shoes are going to be /really/ gross after this -- but now she's committed!

Should she get a nice, solid hit with that first flip, she sends her body into a second, then a third; each time, the pair climb a little higher. Turning her momentum back toward the ground and leaving him in the air, Tiffany presses off just like before, aiming a drilling upward kick for his midsection this time.

COMBATSYS: Tiffany successfully hits Grand with Wonderful Kick EX.

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Tiffany          0/-------/------<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2            Grand

The Main Man Hunter Grand is in no shape to continue. In fact, the only thing he can possibly do when he hears (he can't really see because, y'know, blood) the movements of Tiffany is bring his hands up to try and protect himself. But they don't even stay there. His arms give out before the first connection of those feet happen.

Hunter doesn't even know he's in the air when it happens. He's out before he can figure it out. His body becomes dead weight as it is pummeled end over end with some serious leg power coming from the likes of his incredible opponent. Kick after devastating kick has him sailing end over end, before gravity yanks him down towards that fabulous finishing application of feet to mid-section.

His body just falls to the side after that. He's out like a pop fly to third base. Cold. Motionless. Alive.

And somebody from the audience shouts, "WONDERFUL!"

COMBATSYS: Grand takes no action.

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Tiffany          0/-------/------<|

COMBATSYS: Grand can no longer fight.

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Tiffany          0/-------/------<|

Eyes widening a little as Hunter Grand hits the floor, Tiffany waits for the count to end. Most Neo League matches, strictly speaking, end by count-out, and she's not about to break tradition. The instant it stops, though, she's over to the opponent, checking him carefully; she gives it her all in a match, but that doesn't mean she's going to be awful about winning!

"Hey! Can we get a medic over here?" Tiffany declares, gesturing for some of the arena staff. "He's not my type!"

... what?

Once there's someone to help the Main Man, though, Tiffany gives him some space; she knows better than to wound the pride of someone who takes such pride in himself. (She's known more than a few people like that herself, after all.)

Log created on 00:02:40 01/03/2015 by Tiffany, and last modified on 03:39:57 01/03/2015.