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"¡Boxaran!"

*the bell rings*



*As the round begins a man holding several different instruments starts playing a "theme song" for the battle. It says "El Temblor Verde" on screen and shows a man playing the song. He's dancing dynamically as well, doing spins in the air and hitting...what appear to be drum-stick esque devices in an area around him. It's more like he's the drum, and he's playing guitar and all the other instruments as well. Like a sort of dynamic dancing music show. His nagual looks just as excited about it. He appears to be near Jien and co as well.*







"So we begin the Primera Ronda. What can we expect to see from El Fregar Menta, hermano?"



*Min looks shocked that Mac would actually give him a chance to speak. He shakes his off to seize the moment.* "El Fregar Menta is a Técnico de..."



"¡¡¡AND THERE HE GOES!!! ¡¡¡EL FREGAR MENTA TAKES TO THE SKIES!!!


Min slams his head against the table. The slam nearly deafens his complaint.* "I don't know what I was expecting...."



"¡El Fregar Menta has kicked off an Espejo de Goma!" *Mac swings his head to follow Menta's movements* "¡He's bouncing off another! ¡¡And another!! ¡¡¡And yet another!!! ¡¡¡He's picking up speed and looks like he's kicking the air to keep himself afloat!!!! ¡Ouch ouch ouch....! " *he stops to grab his neck and winces in pain, creating the perfect commentary counter opportunity for Min.*


"Adopting the rabbit persona, he's trying to pressure El Temblor Verde with his high-speed movement. As an orthodox Técnico de Volar, watching El Fregar Menta's...." *he coughs, and says "Running away bullshit.", and wipes his mouth before using the microphone again* "...perdon. El Fregar Menta's keep-away tactics are a spectacle. The moment of truth will be when an attack happens."


*Mac crack's his neck back, and his voice is ready for a comeback.* "¡There you have it folks! ¿¡Will El Temblor Verde crack under the pressure, or will there be an opportunity!? ¡Go for it! ¡¡Ándale!!"

*Verde can barely keep up with him. Menta looks like a mint blur at this point. It's a very similar tactic Verde used against Black Kat Industries' 5th CELL: Don. However, Verde's tree bouncing was nowhere near this fast. It's easy to forget that even El Fregar Menta is comparable to a Gaiaolympian athlete. He's circling Verde with his mid-air jumping, the sound of the rubber mirrored bounce pads boinging to signal where he was a moment before.*




"Don't get distracted. The only movement that matters right now is when he is about to strike."

*Verde watches the blur carefully. 'West, East, Southwest. West, North, Southeast. West, Nor...' *



"¡Buceo Conejo, b***h!"( Rabbit Dive)

*Suddenly Menta is behind Verde. Too late to dodge, let alone react. Menta grabs the back of Verde's neck and spins himself on Verde's shoulders, then shifts his weight to pull Verde downward with him, face first. Verde is pulled off his feet and faceplants the canvas before he knew entirely what happened. Menta jumps up before his body touches the canvas, and dances around Verde's motionless body. He's about to T-bag Verde, but then...*


"Esquina neutral. Now." *She completely nails the "Don't ******** with me" expression, even under that mask. Menta abruptly ceases his taunt and immediately hops his way back to the red turnbuckle, his neutral corner, and sits on the stool without another word. La Arbrita stands in front of Verde and begins the count. She's holding up her fingers as she does so.*

"¡Uno.....! ¡Dos.....! ¡Tres...! ¡Cuatro...!"



"¡¡¡AND THERE'S THE ANSWER, FOLKS! EL TEMBLOR VERDE GOT HIS FACE CANVAS SCRUBBED!!!"




"It's illegal to strike the back of the head, but there's no rule against a grapple there. Interestingly enough, that punch would be called a 'Rabbit Punch'."

Puh! You call that bouncing? More like scrub-a** n00b...uh...ahem...I mean...as a being who regularly takes the form of a frog, I am somewhat offended. Jumping and leaping should be graceful and strategic. To see someone use such potential speed and agility like that is...super lame. Maybe I should show Verde "Super hoppy frog style"

Sara made her way to the front row where her friends were seated. Shadow still clung to the hat until he could find a chance to fly to either Berkana or Kyrie. Sara saw an open seat by Mister Wagner. She tried to slip into the seat Dendrobis vacated to be near Jien. Sara smiled at Mister Wagner wondering how he was holding up. However the fight began and Sara found herself enraptured by the fight.

And Verde was down! "Come on Verde!" Sara called out hoping he was alright. "You can do it!" She said holding her hands together.

[[If you believe it would help. I would not want to disrespect this honorable tradition...but perhaps there is something I could do...]]

Jien floats over to the bard, he gives a polite bow and takes his guitar in his hands. Jien electrifies the guitar, amplifying the sound, but not overly so. He wants the delicate finger picking to be heard without too much power behind the sound. He carefully follows along with the bard's piano playing, starting slow, and then increasing in intensity and complexity. Jien's fingers dance over the strings with the precision expected of a machine...and yet there is also real soul behind the music. A quiet, yet confident urging, as if the notes themselves are trying to lift Verde's spirits.

Wow...it figures a mute can make sounds like that. Er...you gonna be ok there Keyfriend?

*She means Kyrie, sensing that their friend might be in distress*

Do you need Senor Grumplestache to get you a refreshment?

*The bard looks over and sees the poncho'd guitar player. He's moved and is feeling more inspired.*



"Dios Teotzin's wind flows through you, amigo. I can hear your soul. Let us play together for the time remaining. We will get our chance again later as well."

They play a much more metal rendition of the song, to help inspire Verde's tenacity.




*Coach Guante pounds the canvas* "¡I told you to not get distracted! ¡I trained you better than that!"

*he notices the floating man playing a song with the bard.* "Ah....perhaps we can after all." *he pounds the canvas.* "¡Verde! ¡Focus on la música!" *he turns to Sara.* "Señorita. Your cheers will reach Verde, but the power of your voice can do far more. Command the music, lead the cheers for El Temblor Verde. Señorita Colada will do the same against you."



*'North, Southeast. West, NorTHUD! Verde finds himself waking up on the floor. His head is throbbing, and his vision's a little fuzzy. He hears music...familiar...and a familiar voice...'...¿Sara....? ¿....what is....?

He looks up and sees La Arbitra holding up four fingers. 'I suffered a knockdown?! ¡Levántate! ¡Levántate! ¡Levántate!'. Verde pushes down on his gloves to rise to his feet. He's able to rise by the end of the Seis count.*


*La Árbitra lowers her six fingers, ceasing the count.* "¿Are you able to continue, El Temblor Verde?"

*Verde raises his gloves in front of his chin.* ""Si. I can continue..."


*La Arbitra inspects his eyes and his stance, then nods. She crosses her arms signaling the OK.*

"¡Boxaran!"





*The bard puts his instrument down and looks to the other corner. There is a much more extravagently dressed bard, with more electronic...and expensive looking...instruments at his disposal. The screen changes and says El Fregar Menta - Danza Duende. The golden bard begins to play a very electronic-sounding theme for Menta.*



*Señorita Colada is serving as a maestro, and empowering Menta as he's fighting. His strikes are harder, his feet are quicker, and his mask and nagual glow a bit from it.*



"For the moment, Los Puños de Oro's bardo has the floor. We must simply wait until El Temblor Verde takes the lead, or if we can inspire the crowd. The more cheers El Temblor gets, the more time we can play.


*As soon as the bell rings, Verde immediately rushes in towards Menta.*


"¡Idiota! ¡Don't get caught up in his pace!"

*'Don't worry entrenador, I won't. I'm setting the pace now.' Verde thinks to himself. He sees Menta in the corner, hopping around and ready to go.*



"¡This time El Temblor Verde is on the offensive! He goes in with a barrage of straight punches! ¡Izquierda! ¡Derecha! ¡Such intensity! ¡Very punch! ¡Wow!"


"¿Estás mad, bro?"

*Menta dodges and back-dashes to avoid the blows, continuously running away. Every opportunity he gets, he does a rude gesture to taunt Verde.*



"For a would-be gentleman, he's not very patient. Good."


*'If I keep swinging, one will definitely hit.' Verde continues his assault. Left cross, right hook, left cross, left hook...*

*Menta mis-times one of his taunts and ends up getting knocked by the left hook, but he turns himself just enough to the side to make it look like it hit towards his neck from La Arbitra's perspective. He grabs the back of his neck and crouches down.*


"Ow ow ow! La Arbitra! I call a fowl! He hit my neck!"


"Ugh...there he goes again..."
"Ugh...there he goes again..."