NFG Season One - Metro City R3 - Laurel vs Hated R

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Description: Laurel vs Hated R! NFG MADNESS!

"Yo, this place is mad gritty. We gotta' remember it or buy it. So sick, bruv."

Hated R leads the way for himself and his entourage into the Hood Fight Club looking as stylish as he wants to be. He's always looking stylish and today is no different. He's rocking another sleeveless hoodie and matching sneaks with some stylin' harem pants and it's all designed to be as flattering to him as possible because his stylist designed it that way.

"NFGizzle be pickin' the EST spots, dogg."

There's a bunch of agreeing coming from the various entourage members that are wandering around the club with him. A bunch of Yes Men, obviously. One of which gets tapped on the shoulder. "Who I'm fightin' again?"

COMBATSYS: Laurel has started a fight here.

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Laurel           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Hated R has joined the fight here.

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Hated R          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Laurel

Obviously, Americans aren't just Like This-- but maybe this one is turning it up for the cameras, or something?

Laurel is unsure. Squinting at the crowd of people pushing their way into the club, she can't help but focus on the obvious leader of the bunch, intent as he is on testing her understanding of English.

For now, she tries to push it aside, in favor of retrieving the mask tucked into her jacket, holding it against her face, and breathing, slowly, as it takes hold.

"Somebody named Laurel? I dunno."

"Word. Say Less."

Hated R holds his crowd to a stop by putting his hands out to his side. "AYO! WHO LAUREL IS?!" Hated R's looking around because he had no intention of actually looking up information or his opponent before hand. He was too busy being some sort of celebrity pop star that's doing everything he can to stay famous.

"It's ya' boy, HATED R! Superest of the Stars! Ready to fight and then party all night! BARS!"

Hated R just flashes a grin while waving his entourage to fan out so they can find this Laurel person. Which also may double as making room for the two of them to hav to fight.

Hated R hollers.

Laurel silently dons her mask.

She pulls on the hilt jutting from her dagger sheath, tugging against the resistance that wants to keep it hidden as inch after inch after impossible, gleaming inch is revealed, finally culminating in the smoothly tapered tip of her heirloom sword, silent save for soft, wet suction in the air around her.

Already an easy six feet without her boots, she looks all the way down at one of the fans approaching her to ask if she knows where 'Laurel' is. Wordlessly, she tilts her chin until the deep brown wells of her eyes bore through the mask's eyeholes, through the fan--

Moments later when she's alone again, Laurel strides towards the makeshift barrier, seizes a length of metal, and /wrenches/ until she's clutching a twisted length of scrapped road barrier, tossing it in her hands for a beat before /hurling/ it towards Hated R like a javelin.

"Me," rumbles from behind the mask.

COMBATSYS: Hated R fully avoids Laurel's Thrown Object.

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Hated R          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Laurel


Hated R's response to the javelin that he ducks is well warranted. Granted, somebody behind him is likely dead but he's not paying attention to that right now. "Bruv, you coulda' ripped my threads with that thing! Mad chillaxicationisms needed!"

Either way, though, it seems like Hated R's already over the little bit of rudeness that just got sent in his direction. "But I guess that means we already live! WE OUT-SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!"

This almost seems to be a thundercat call or something because the sudden arrival of Four Other Hated Rs becomes the next attempted problem for Laurel as they rush for her with the quickness. Hated R (The Original) does the same as they all attempt to do the classic 'Fight Back' stomping meme.

COMBATSYS: Laurel endures Hated R's Big Time Rush EX.

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

One after another, Hated Rs pile on Laurel in a storm of flailing fists until there's nothing but Canadian rage around her. This continues unabated, the tall woman slowly but surely buckling to one knee beneath the onslaught until a brief, bright flash of cold, harsh red from her right eye glitters like an alarm.

Lunging towards the one real R, Laurel reaches for his arm to try and hurl him across the arena, into the barricade-- and if she manages this, she intends to follow it up by charging after him to drive her fist into his gut, sandwiching him against the heap of junk.

COMBATSYS: Hated R blocks Laurel's Twist & Shatter EX.

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

The Hated R Pile Up gets broken up by the EYE GLITTERING RAGE of Laurel that shatters two of the four holograms. The other two slide in front of Hated R to give him just a bit of protection as Laurel's lunge comes for him. They shatter and Hated R winces as his arm is clawed but he manages to stop himself from being hurled like a rag doll or something.

"Oh, you wanna' /dance/ dance? Aight! BET!"

Hated R spins off to the side and aims a kick for Laurel's mid-section. "Hee hee!" Hopefully, this'll give him the moment needed to wrap his arms around her and moonwalk her right into a brutal DDT on the club's floor!

COMBATSYS: Laurel blocks Hated R's Moonwalk Sonata.

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

The kick staggers Laurel forward, giving Hated R an opening to seize her neck and walk her back. She drops to a knee as he tries to slam her skull into the concrete, however, interrupting the flow of the move and giving her just enough of an opening to wrench free, surge forward, and take another shot at seizing one of R's arms. This time, rather than hurling him at the barricade, she just wants to roughly heave him aside, hoping to leave his joints screaming from the violent whiplash of the maneuver.

COMBATSYS: Laurel successfully hits Hated R with Quick Throw.
- Power hit! -

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

Hated R is not a fighter, this much is obvious. Which is why he's completely unprepared for the maddening strength of Laurel. When he's yoinked up by the arm and sent hurtling to the side in which he finds himself in a crumpled pile of pain, anguish and disrespect. The groaning that comes along with it is not for show. Hated R is in pain.

"Mad rude, bruv."

Hated R reaches for anything he can grab onto in order to pull himself up to his feet. He tries to straighten up his stance and level his gaze on his opponent. "I dig your skills. Maybe after you can show me that move."

This is the part where Hated R tries to focus up.

COMBATSYS: Hated R mic checks. 1-2, 1-2.

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

The invitation meets grim, stony silence, Laurel straightening to her full, towering height as Hated R collects himself. Rather than storm forward, she keeps her eyes focused on his.

She stares, the already dark pools of her eyes sinking into wine red darkness seething behind the mask.

"Worry about now," finally emanates from beneath the mask, flat and rumbling.

COMBATSYS: Laurel focuses on her next action.

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

"Okay then. Say less."

Hated R steps at Laurel and aims a kick for her side, "YOLO!" But wait, it's a fake! A feint! A false alarm, even! Hated R stutter steps in mid-air to climb even higher, switches angles and aims his other foot at the side of her head in a twisted kick-stomp to try and put himself behind her!

COMBATSYS: Laurel blocks Hated R's Change-Up Kick.

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

Laurel only /just/ manages to intercept the incoming foot with the flat of her sword, and the force of it still briefly, painfully compresses her shoulder until she shoves away. Whirling towards him, she seems to threaten to bisect Hated R with a wild, arcing slice that doesn't get appreciably close to making contact. Another, similar slice follows, as if she's looking to keep him on his toes and prevent complacency; its followthrough leads into Laurel briefly crouching, then leaping towards Hated R, intent on snaring him in the bladed links of her sword as it swiftly, improbably transforms into a slithering whip made up of sharp segments, hauling him straight up into the air, then slamming him straight down.

COMBATSYS: Laurel successfully hits Hated R with Prey For Us.

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

Hated R finds himself caught up in the blade-whip of Laurel's sword and there's nothing that the popstar can do about it. The blades slice into his flesh without any sort of care and the blood spills as he's lifted up into the air where his legs can flail around until he's yanked back down to slam into the floor... very likely breaking all sorts of internal bone infrastructure. Good chance he's bleeding internally as well.

"Yeah. Worryin' 'bout now, now." He gets it now.

Hated R peels his skin and his body out of that blade-whip of death, leaving his hoodie to be torn up while his now ripped in hot places shirt clings to his bloody body. There's a moment where a bloody hand is used to slick back his hair and his freakum dance kicks right in. If it can be hypnotic enough to allow him to get close and lay into Laurel with a quick series of punches and kicks then maybe the bloody hairstyle'll be worth it.

COMBATSYS: Hated R successfully hits Laurel with Explicit Content.

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

Laurel never quite manages to beat any of those blows to the proverbial punch, with each one sliding right past any attempts she might make at a defense and staggering her anew. The last punch sends her to her knee for a beat as she stumbles back from Hated R; upon catching herself with her free hand, she pushes off into lunging towards him, empty hand poised to seize his neck, slam him to the ground, and hold him there while a glittering tear rolls down the cracked, porcelain cheek of her mask and blooms into a wailing, clawing ghost hungry for his flesh.

COMBATSYS: Hated R fails to interrupt World Is Hell from Laurel with Mic Drop EX.

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

Hated R is starting to feel himself a little too much it seems because he's in the middle of dancing around and doesn't even notice that Laurel is headed for him with such intensity. In fact, he's reaching for his microphone and turns around to start a diss track-- and gets grabbed around the throat by Laurel's insane grip. The mic drops (ha) from his fingers and Hated R finds himself slammed into the floor for that ghost of hungry present to render his flesh clawed and useless!

Laurel is kind enough to haul him from the ground after just a couple seconds of ghost-mauling, and the ghost vanishes once deprived of its prey.

She doesn't let go, however. Instead, she seems intent on just-- slamming him right back down.

And then hauling him up again-- just to slam him down, /again/, before finally releasing the pop star by roughly grinding him along the ground.

COMBATSYS: Laurel successfully hits Hated R with Crushing Throw.
- Power hit! -

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

Hated R can barely hang on as Laurel's incredible strength just brings him up and then back down into the floor! Things crack every time he's slammed into the ground like that. Is it his back? Is it the floor? Is it his phone? Either way, by the time he's released, Hated R can barely function. His entire body seems broken and he's barely even on his feet.

Oh, those are his knees. That makes more sense.

Hated R looks to the side and spots his microphone. He grips it and uses it to push himself back up to his feet. He's wobbly but as he says back and forth that microphone is brought up this lips and he uses the mic to harness the sonic chi from within and gathers it up in a collected state around his body by going:


Whatever adrenaline left in his body allows him to rush towards Laurel, his mic hand surrounded by sonic chi as he swings on her!

"-- YEAH!"

Hit or Miss, Hated R's done for. The trail of blood and torn leather makes that quite obvious.

COMBATSYS: Hated R can no longer fight.

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Laurel           1/------=/=======|

COMBATSYS: Hated R successfully hits Laurel with All That.

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The explosion of raw sound blows Laurel straight upwards, sending her flying for several seconds until she finally crashes to the ground.

Afterwards, she's slow to recover: there are low groans and slowly, painfully moving limbs; eventually, however, she rolls to her back-- and from there, she bolts upright.

A second later she brings both hands to the mask, splaying her fingers across it for a second before slowly tugging to dislodge it from herself.

COMBATSYS: Laurel has ended the fight here.

Log created on 15:08:08 10/13/2023 by Hated R, and last modified on 16:43:45 10/14/2023.