Wild Lotus: Nora Valkyrie vs Lie Ren Zhāng

[Tiamat]

Match Type: ⅔ Falls, NO DQ, Falls Count Anywhere
Victory Conditions: Pinfall or Submission
ALL RIGHT I’M SO EXCITED!!! Nora exclaimed loudly backstage. It was time for her debut under L.A.W. It was impossible for the orange haired girl to contain her excitement. Nora’s energy was so annoying contagious that she was escorted to a nearby lockeroom to get ready. Here she would at least use this boundless energy to get herself ready for the match.

Whistling a cartoonish tune. Nora properly took off her clothes and began putting on her attire. The attire hugged Nora tightly, something that those watching would appreciate. Putting on her gloves and combat shoes for the final touch. Nora going to a nearby mirror and giving a good flex of her biceps. Showing off to a show of one. Hearing a door open to the locker room would be Nora’s friend Pyrrha Nikos. Ah Nora I am glad that I found you. Are you sure this is a good idea for a match Pyrrha asked nervously. Yeah of course why wouldn’t it be? IT’LL BE EXPLOSIVE, FUN AND CRAZY Nora said as she jumped the more excited she got. I do hope by explosive it is a metaphor and not literal Pyrrha said, but after shaking it off she continued. I just want you to be safe in this match. I doubt you opponent has any issues regarding your safety and… Pyrrha continued, but as she did a dark aura surrounded Pyrrha. Slowly forming some sort of evil figure

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Break…Break… Break them The figure said in low and in a almost demonic way. This figure seemed to be trying to entrance Nora in some way. “But to finish that is why I think you should focus on taking a more offensive strategy” Pyrrha finished saying. Shaking things off, Pyrrha raised her eyebrow to Nora. Nora did you listen to a single word I said? Pyrrha questioned her friend. Somewhat embarrassed Nora responded Hmm? WHAT~~ OF COURSE I DID! Something about offense and safety. Nora answered as the figure disappeared away from Pyrrha. Putting a hand on her orange haired friends shoulder I don’t need to tell you this, but go out there and win Pyrrha said with a kind smile. AWE YEAH FINALLY SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE Almost with perfect timing the officials would search for Nora so that she could make her entrance.

Standing at the ready position Nora waited for her music and the announcer to get going. Bouncing up and down on the soles of her feet. Nora and everyone watching her knew that she was more than ready to explode.

Spoiler

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=siHx0Yo-mqE

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!!!!! The announcer allowed the audience to cheer and let it die down a bit before continuing further.
TONIGHT IS A SPECIAL NIGHT, TONIGHT WE HAVE FOR YOU A NO DQ ⅔ FALLS MATCH
FIRST, COMING TO THE RING YOU KNOW HER, YOU LOVE HER AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON’T LET HER GET A HOLD OF YOU. STANDING IN AT 5’6 AND WEIGHING IN AT 165LBS WE HAVE THE ONE AND ONLY. NORA “THE HAMMER” VALKYRIE!!!!

With that announcement Nora exploded from backstage, with pyrotechnics going off with her. Nora throwing out crazy punches and the pyrotechnics following her rhythm. Finishing things off with a spartan kick and almost made the stage explode with the amount of pyrotechnics going off. The audience was almost being powered by Nora’s energy and in turn Nora was feeding off the energy from the crowd. Making this some sort of cycle for Nora. Skipping down the ramp Nora with that same infectious smile on her face would greet anyone and everyone she could. If it wasn’t for the officials nearby Nora would have spent the entire match time talking to the fans.

Getting into the ring, via jumping onto the apron and going in between the top and middle ropes. Nora would get on the closest turnbuckle and give the crowd a very good flex of her biceps. Waiting till the cameras finished flashing, Nora dropped down the turn buckle. Now facing the main camera and main side at this point. Nora would start flexing as if she were a body builder. Going through all of the famous poses, as if to show off her body for the upcoming match. Something plenty of people made sure to get cameras out for.

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*Eyes closed and senses awash within one's inner serenity...Feel the chest open...Feel the chest close...The meaning of life originates at the waist...*

Tai Chi was known as the moving meditation, one minor application including finding the movement in stillness, and stillness in movement. Raised amongst a family who were dutiful practitioners, Ren himself began applying the exercise as his daily routine ever since he was a child until he was old enough to partake in the advanced techniques right beside his Father. Typically, he performs them in the early morning hours, but his neighbor's contemptuous canine was an incessantly barking vexation that disturbed his flow of chi. The merits of owning flea-riddled mongrels escapes him to this day. Therefore, he opted to reschedule his pursuit of Tai Chi mastery for the brief respite afforded to him before his debut match. Levels of anxiety were noticeable, but acceptable given the parameters inherit with what will indubitably become a taxing affair. Dressed in his street clothes, Ren continued onward with methodical body movements. Hands raised for his wrist crosses...Wafting his arms in front from within a secluded hallway...

*...Focus...Intentionality in Every Movement...Foc-*

ALL RIGHT I’M SO EXCITED!!!

Ren grimaced from the obfuscating outburst overheard from down the hallway, attempting to regain his composure and remember which stance he left off at.

*...Focus...Intentionality in Every Move-*

IT’LL BE EXPLOSIVE, FUN AND CRAZY

"...TCH, enough. This venture is futile if no one practices basic cordiality for their fellow competitors." Ren abandoned all pretense of being gifted a moment's respite from the overwhelming ignorance of this world, slinging his totebag over his shoulder and striding towards his locker-room. Opting to center all of his irrational aggravation at whichever adversary he has been scheduled against this day. This woeful individual suffering a dire misfortune through sheer happenstance as Ren intends to give whoever they may be no quarter.

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"AND NOW, HAILING FROM A HIGH-IQ SOCIETY AND CLAIMING TO BE ON THE CUSP OF SOLVING THE RIEMAN HYPOTHESIS...what...ever that is...STANDING IN AT 5'10 AND WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS...THE EDUCATED EXECUTIONER...LIE...REN...ZHANG!!!!"

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FbpeUVayjg

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As if in direct diametric contrast to his adversary, Lie-Ren casually strode out from behind the curtain bereft of any notable semblance of enthusiasm. His pretentious sounding theme music altogether matching the apathetic indifference to his demeanor and and sense of smug intellectual superiority in his eyes. Although only noticeable to the scant few he bothered to glance towards considering he offered the audience not one iota of the rambunctious exhilaration Nora imparted them with. Wasting one's energy through frivolous theatrics before a strength and stamina based grappling bout just seemed patently illogical, Ren adapting a profound adage from Sun-Tzu's Art Of War decreeing that every battle is won or lost before it is ever fought. A saying Ren intends to further exploit this day, as well.

Unbeknownst to Ren as he confidently sauntered down the ramp with his billowing ebon locks wafting behind him, several smitten ladies within the audience became thoroughly engrossed with the striking intellectual. Somehow finding his abject neglect of them and disdainful cold shoulder even more enticing...Ren scoffing upon obtaining a clearer observance of his adversary as he demonstrated some athleticism of his own by vaulting over the ropes with one hand clenching the top tether, refraining from any ludicrous and preposterously superfluous posing but flicking his hair off of his shoulder as he approached the middle of the ring. "Was that ostentatious spectacle truly necessary? Gaudy fireworks and frivolous explosions appeal only to country-fried rubes and others amongst the lowest common denominator..."

[Tiamat]

True enough Nora is an… acquired taste. Not everyone can necessarily deal with Nora and her antics. People can easily become annoyed or infuriated with Nora. Pyrrha was one of the few people that could somewhat manage her. That being said Pyrrha partially hoped that her opponent would find Nora more endearing than annoying or any negative emotion.

Nora currently in the ring waiting for her opponent, was doing what she could to keep the energy high. Feeding off what energy she was given and giving it back. People were finding that Nora’s attitude and smile were infectious. That and she was nice eye candy for those that cared. Backstage, Nora didn’t even know that her opponent would be in the same place as her. A fact if she learned would find most impressive. Getting signaled by the ring crew, Nora quieted down and gave her opponent the proper respect in their entrance.

During the announcement she raised an eyebrow. Bending down and talking to one of the officials nearby. High-IQ society? That’s a thing? Also what’s a Rieman hypothesis? Sounds like something you eat Nora asked many questions, each of them getting an answer either in shrug format or a simple I don’t know But at least with the music playing Nora could finally get a good look at her opponent. Lie Ren Zhang… sounds fancy Nora took, now focusing on the rest of his entrance. Admittedly it was much lower energy than what Nora’s. Kinda disappointed in what she was seeing. Wrestling was all about the spectacle, and this guy had zero of it. Maybe he’s shy, it’d make sense why his entrance is like this Nora nodded off, really only talking to herself
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Ren decided to show off some flare when getting into the ring. Flipping over the ropes like something Weiss would do. Graceful would be the word people would use. A word Nora couldn’t find at the present moment. But she did clap along with it. It was the one cool thing about his entrance. Now that they were face to face with each other. Usually Nora is the one to speak first, Ren would break that trend and start the conversation. Hi the names Nora Val… and I’m getting cut off Nora shut herself up letting Ren finish. One, hi my names Nora Valkyrie nice to meet you. Two, you have a fancy sounding name. Lie doesn’t right to call you normally and Zhang is probably your last name. So I’m gonna call you Ren, Cool? Cool. Three, ostentat-whatever that’s a big word. Four, was that necessary? Absolutely! These people came for a show, and thats what they’ll get. Five, don’t be mean the crowd is awesome. AIN’T THAT RIGHT EVERYBODY Nora said waving her arms up not needing a microphone and getting a wave of cheers as a response. Six, I’ll have you know country fried can be quite delicious. Seven, you are kinda cute. Lastly, Eight, we are both showing out for these people. So lets give them a great match. Even if you do lose. Nora finished off taking one final look around and the crowd before the match started. Not entirely focused on her opponent at the moment.

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It doesn't take a collegiate level intellectual to immediately ascertain how exponentially oppositional both adversaries were. The phrase "polar opposites" becoming somewhat cliche in its overusage over the years and yet was undeniably appropriate just from witnessing this brief exchange. Lin taking into account Nora's substantial physicality and bristling musculature, an obviously apparent advantage on her part which would assuredly play a major role in whatever strategies he naturally assumed that Nora formulated herself before appearing tonight. Ren having studied up and prepared well in advance on how best he could counter such brute strength while minimizing his chances for putting himself at risk. To the point where he calculated that the ultimate victory tonight would be bestowed upon whoever employs their respective strategies the most efficiently...although a faint sensation was beginning to fester within that he may have overestimated Nora's capacity for strategic thinking.

Ren raising a quirked eyebrow once Nora started replying with what appeared to be a laundry list of observations in rapid-fire succession, the perplexed intellectual at first struck with an odd sense of familiarity as if he'd heard the sweetened jubilation in her voice from somewhere else. Unfortunately he had scant little time to place her voice in between attempting to politely retort to each of Nora's numbered rebuttals. Becoming increasingly frustrated considering his answers were being constantly interrupted by her next query...

"...I know, I thoroughly research all my opponent's beforeh-"

"...*clears throat*...you may refer to me as Lie Re-"

"...Ostentatious means to be-"

"...The audience's entertainment does little to concern-"

"...AGAIN, the audience's entertainment does little-"

"...Fried foods are abysmal for one's dietary-"

"...Hm? Can you repeat yourself? You muttered those words-"

"...Even if I lose?! On what grounds do you-"

For a change of pace, Ren would be instead interrupted this time by the referee casually mentioning that the match had begun several seconds ago. The Educated Executioner becoming so enveloped in the myriad of ways he insisted on correcting his blathering foe that the match's inception became lost amidst all of the cacophonous background noises. Ren averting his concentration towards the pin-striped official but returning his vexed glower back towards Nora, who remained intent on offering the audience her immediate attention rather than her fuming opponent. Understandable considering the degree to which they were fawning her with adulation for her insistence towards placating them. A decision she may soon come to regret considering Ren would stride backward a step before adopting a trained stance. Formally commencing the match with a Wushu-styled Tornado kick aimed square for the side of Nora's bubbly smile the second she lays eyes on him once again.

[Tiamat]

Sure to everyone watching Nora and Ren where two extreme opposites. Which usually bodes well for matches. Makes it easier to build some heat and tension. Nora on the other hand thought that Ren and her were like two peas in a pod. Even if Ren was a bit of a stiff. Good thing wrestling has ways to make someone flexible, methods vary. Nora wasn’t much of a thinker. She left that to the people actually good at it. Now could she get a plan going? Yeah sure, but Nora does not play chess or checkers. While Ren was probably analyzing Nora’s body for her attributes and such, getting a good idea about what Nora can do. Nora absolutely had no idea what Ren could do. Obviously he wasn’t a power house, but Nora wasn’t going to judge a book by its cover. That being said, the first thing Ren needed to deal with was Nora’s “quirks”. As he would surely find out that Nora is not like anyone he’s encountered before.

So after taking what Ren said and shooting back to him a list of replies. Nora did little to even listen since she was cutting him off giving Ren more and more to answer. Which understandably can tick anyone off. Not that Nora would notice if that was the case. But just because two wrestlers talk in the ring does not mean that the bell waits for them. Oh no the match starts whenever, and with Nora so occupied in her own world with the audience. Ren and the referee were likely the only ones to notice the start of the match.

Nora being the crowd pleaser that she was. Completely left Ren, her opponent to his own devices. Shows that being a crowd pleaser is a good thing and bad thing. That being said it was working wonders, because despite both of them being in the ring. It was like no one was looking at Ren. So once he closed the distance towards Nora, no one even thought to signal to Nora that Ren was on his way to attack. The most Nora got was the footsteps she could barely hear through the cheers. Turning around wanting to find out what was happening. It would be a rude start to the match to say the least. Now lets get this show starte— Nora was saying as she turned around only to be met with with kick landing cleanly on her face. Face warping to the side showing the power of the blow. With some spit and blood coming out of Nora. Not only that because she wast taken by surprise the kick did a lot more damage than normally. Having Nora’s body be carried by the momentum of the kick. Squarely laying Nora out face first on the mat. With the entire arena booing Ren for his shameful starting move.

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Offering succinct and logical rebuttals would end up becoming a fool's endeavor as Ren started pondering if any of his rational retorts were assimilated by this unquestionably jovial specimen. A spirited wildfire overwhelming in its blazing conflagration. Nora demonstrating a practically zestful exuberance towards experiencing life's impermanent pleasures accompanied with apparently dauntless courage towards befriending nigh everyone. Ren would have perhaps found some of these quirky characteristic traits to actually be quite admirable were it not for the accompaniment of an attention span mirroring those of certain indigenous fruit fly's. All of his years of academic knowledge and sophisticated conversational skills wafting in one ear and out the other, if they even made it that far it seemed. Indignation beginning to boil over within the Scholarly Striker to the point where even the ringing of the bell would absolutely go unnoticed by him. The official reminder coming somewhat as a surprises since he didn't expect to make so critical an error as that. Ren finally deciding on silencing his jabbering adversary with a spiraling Tornado kick doled out after a steadied approach towards Nora. Ren stylishly landing with feathered weightlessness afterward.

"Hmph...started." Ren suavely uttered with poise and sophistication, reflexively wafting his ebon-locks over his shoulder in a drifting flutter. Unintentionally melting the lovelorn hearts of swooning romantics in the audience who were the only ones not booing the academic for his rather ruthless opening gambit against an adversary who's long since earned their sympathy and adulation. Adamant ovation careening into booing derision along with stunned silence from witnessing their jubilant ambassador spinkicked into oblivion in precisely one second flat. Ren, however, knew better. After encroaching upon Nora once again, the striker would begin gingerly and carefully hefting her upward by her arm. "Come now. I ascertained merely from that brief exchange that you are a more capable challenger than that." Seemingly performing a chivalrous act by ensuring she was upright, cognizant, and steadied on her feet. Uncharacteristic kindness on his part as he briefly embraced her while affirming her posture...shame than that once readied, Ren would attempt his Hyakurenko: Hundred Chained Hooks striking combination. Starting with an iron palm thrusted into her breadbasket, swatting fists and elbows aimed at her head and then fulsome chest, all culminating with a switchblade kick once she hunched herself over.

[Tiamat]

Hardly the best way to start a match. Other wrestlers would probably curse themselves for making such a mistake. Nora though, she will probably shrug it off with a “Aw shucks” and probably make the same mistake again. That said though Nora would first have to get up and endure Ren’s offense. Which is easier said than done for most people in Nora’s position. Already laid out at the start of the match, the visual was surely something that propped up Ren. Nora wasn’t completely out of it though. She still was able to have a vague sense of hearing. That being said, the boos and cheers mixed together to make some mass of noise Nora couldn’t understand. Thankfully Ren has some sort ego or high horse. Plenty of other wrestlers would just resort to a quick pin to try and end things. Ren on the other hand had more in store for Nora. Now that the match started though, Nora despite her situation. In the back of her head, she was excited. Plenty sure that she would pay Ren back with interest for his offense.

Despite just meeting the man, Nora felt like she knew him for a while at this point. Ren had a knack for saying too much for something so simple. Nora didn’t pick up on every word. But she did understand the gist of it. “Get up” Not quite deadweight, but Ren was heaving Nora up to at least get the woman standing. Albeit visibly stunned, still be it or bad. Nora stayed on her feet. Nora rubbing up on Ren’s body was hardly a bad thing. Surely Ren felt the same way with Nora’s ample bosom on his body. Tensions aside, Nora was wide open for whatever Ren wanted. Just like clockwork Ren would begin to basically combo Nora. Hitting her with strong blow to her chest, sending Nora staggering back into the ropes. Luckily for Nora, the ropes kept her up. Not lucky for Nora is that now Ren had an even easier chance to hit Nora. Following the chest blow with knockout blows one after another at Nora’s head. Like a boxer to weak to put up their guard. Nora’s face was being blown side to side dangerously. Yet despite the appearances and the damage. Nora was not out of it. Nora would stare right into Ren’s heart with how intense her gaze was. Surely a scholar such as Ren would not let this go unnoticed. Surely something scary to see. Finally Nora lets out a gagging sound in pain as her chest was struck once again with more power. This time doubling her over. Ren now looking to finish things would look to aim for a switch blade kick. Connecting hazardously on her head. Yet despite being laid out once again like Ren wanted. Instead Nora used the nearby ropes to hang on. Keeping herself at least on one knee. Nora’s eyes showing that she still had life in her, yet the gaze she was giving Ren was betraying the person she was moments prior. Still Ren had a control of things at the start of this match.

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[killcarrion]

One could say that Ren's callous assaults demonstrated unwarranted and excessive brutality considering his foe was not only effectively defenseless at the current moment, but also his foe scarcely fit the mold of your typical battle-hardened brawler. Nora's beaming facials, jubilant demeanor and sunshine disposition having already and rather seamlessly won over the more gullible portions of the mindless masses this day. All of whom were now witnessing their chosen favorite and cherished sweetheart become Ren's significantly less wooden Mù Rén Zhuāng (training dummy), although Ren had yet to determine if Nora's I.Q. was on par with those practice dummies he possesses back at home. Savage strikes either sunken into her swelled abundance or swatting her head left and right at a breakneck velocity, to the point where no one could reasonably blame Nora for being incapable of dodging them. Honed concentration behind Ren's strikes and smug superiority evident in his eyes as he decided it was up to him to visibly demonstrate what he felt was the expansive gap in skill level between them. The Scholastic Striker was not wholly lacking in sympathy of course, perhaps Nora was merely a victim of incompetency on the matchmaker's part.

"Consider this..." Ren remarked after bashing in a palm strike square betwixt Nora's cleavage that expelled the air from her lungs and brought the valkyrie into a huddled over posture. "...my formal introduction, Nora Valkyrie." A conceited tone of voice taken as Ren nonchalantly turned his back and delivered a snapped switchblade kick that the Educated Executioner assumed would be the beginning of the end for his insufferably joyous adversary. Gaining the first fall in his favor was assuredly a rudimentary issue now. Confident though he was in his deft striking capability, Ren began noticing the absence of the telltale sound of his foe's lifeless frame sagging onto the canvas. Ren quirking up an eyebrow and swiveling around to witness Nora instead on one knee thanks to one hand grasping onto the adjacent ropes, and a feral gleam in her eyes that practically brought a radiant shine to them. The sophisticated striker balking in perplexed apprehension but shaking his head to reclaim his composure, reaching down to reclaim a grip on the back of her head to guide her back to her feet. Supple chest once against swelled against him before he'd tighten on a side headlock, Ren attempting to leap and bound his feet off the top rope in an attempted springboard bulldog.

[Tiamat]

Nora was always a happy go lucky person, unlike most people Nora doesn’t carry outside stuff into the ring, and vice versa. Most of the time Yet with the way Ren was coming after Nora at the start. It was hard to believe that Ren wasn’t making this personal. Still it was plain as day between these two were polar opposites. Like oil and water it was obvious these two were not going to mix well. Still Nora was looking forward to see what else Ren had to offer. Theres a lot you can tell about a person from how they go about themselves in the ring. Still it was hardly any fun being treated like a rag doll in the match. The replies were already making themselves as Nora’s head was being tossed back and forth so violently. Even as Nora was taking concussion inducing blows to the head. She never took her eyes off of Ren. Even by the end of the assault, Nora’s eyes showed signs of life. Not just a flicker though her eyes were brimming. As far as introductions were going, Ren was making a very strong introduction.

Ren probably expected Nora to just be knocked out from that last kick. Either calling off the match or giving Ren free reign to pickup some easy pin falls. The Scholastic Striker was having a hard time putting the math together. Nora was just that variable you couldn’t calculate. Something he would learn as this match went on. Oh…Wherever your from…they have some awesome…greetings Nora panted out. Still playing some sort of game with Ren, not like he was having any of it. Nora groaned in pain as Ren grabbed the back of her head to force her up again. This time them commencing in some light grappling. Their bodies pressing up against each other, more notably Nora’s subtle breasts on Ren’s chest. Now hooking his arm around Nora’s head for a side headlock. Ren was going to use his agility to leap onto the top rope and carry Nora, trying to deliver a springboard bulldog!

As if Nora would let that happen. The hardest part about lifting anything was just getting the object up. Ren just did the hardest part for Nora. So instead of letting Ren carry Nora and plant her head onto the canvas again. Nora just beat out Ren’s move and momentum with her core muscles. Flexing them super had as she did her best to keep Ren up, now with Nora putting her arms under Ren. Essentially carrying the man up in the air. People started rising from their seats in excitement. This show of strength was not all that common to find. But Nora was hardly able to keep this shit lifting form up. So like any rational person, Nora was just threw Ren out of the ring. With little to no cushion waiting for him as he crash landed. To make matters even worse for Ren. Nora was still going on a some sort of fighters high. Grabbing onto the top rope, Nora was calling out to her dumped opponent HI REEEENNNN!!! HERE’S MY FORMAL INTRODUCTION. Nora said as she jumped onto the middle rope, then making further adjustments to get onto the top rope. Thanks to Ruby I know HOW TO DO THIS Nora yelled out as she jumped backwards and flew from out of the ring and right onto Ren. Trying to land her signature Flying Nora Be it getting back up or still on his back or stomach. Essentially squishing the poor boy in all of the weight of a woman.

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[killcarrion]

Although certain non-intellectuals may find the exercise monotonous, Ren finds formulating strategies and committing them to memory beforehand most enticing. Thrilling, one might even say. Like postulating upon various mathematical theorems over simmering Ginseng tea. The Educated Academic having taken it upon himself to envision several hundred probable scenarios as to the fighting style and personality of whomever his adversary would wind up being tonight. And succinctly devise weaknesses for each and every one of them to be exploited by his own unique martial arts repertoire. Ren having confidently strode into this match with an encyclopedia's worth of knowledge in combat theoretics that would gave inevitably earned him a convincing victory. Except within the span of the initial minutes spent conversing with his foe's nonsensical whirlwind of a motormouth, Ren was having exceptional difficult reclaiming his calm demeanor nor remembering any one of those aforementioned strategies. Hence why learned academic may have perhaps exercised too much freedom with how adamantly he delivered strike after strike.

...after strike. Others within the audience may have lost count (excluding Ren of course, it was rudimentary arithmetic) but it was a pummeling exhibition that nevertheless worked in tempering Ren's aggression levels after believing himself to be mocked and belittled by Nora's incessant jubilation. As if she were taking this entire physical altercation, and himself by association, like a frivolous joke of some kind. The irksome revelation that the valkyrie was also the serendipitous source of his failed meditation attempts further clouding his normally impeccable and logic guided judgment until regaining his senses right alongside Nora perhaps losing her own. In hindsight perhaps such an aggressive opening gambit was coincidentally enough the correct choice given the beneficial aftereffects of Nora on the literal ropes and Ren in clear command of the situation. Still, pangs of sympathy and regret were inevitable upon witnessing Nora's withering stance and rattled temperament. The Martial Academic concluding that an early pin attempt would at least allow Nora a chance to compose herself afterwards, which was Ren's intent after delivering a decisive-

"...Huh?! Would you...This was not what I calculated!!!" Ren lamenting the usurpation of his well laid out machinations once he realized he was being unwillingly held aloft in Nora's substantially heavy lifting grasps. Cycling his legs whilst airborne as the audience reveled in the unforeseen showcasing of strength. A perilous predicament that Ren struggled to think of an expedient escape from before Nora thought of one for him. The academic eyes widening and locks flowing freely as he was unceremoniously discarded overboard like a stowaway on a boat, except instead of ocean waters only concrete flooring with ineffectual padding awaited him. "Ahhhagh..." Ren blurted out and somehow bounding up from the sickening impact, spinals arched in seething pain with nary a thought nor concern about Nora for the moment. A fatal miscalculation as he peered one eye open upon overhearing Nora's voice from inside the ring millliseconds before being airborne herself. A dazzling splashdown squashing Nora's sculpted midsection across the flattened academics abdomen, encouraging applause from the audience and expelling the air in Ren's lungs as his limbs jerked upward before flopping dead along with the rest of him. Ren now winded and lifeless beneath the spunky valkyrie and her own vexing brand of formal introduction.