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[b]Trish Redstone[/b]
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[i]The Crimson Champion[/i]
[b]Location:[/b] Arena
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Double][/center]

[b]Skills[/b]
[list][*][b]Acrobatics:[/b] The Crimson Champion has an inhuman level of strength that allows her to throw her body weight effortlessly around. She can perform some airborne acrobatics, kicks, and quick springing recoveries. She cannot fly however.
[*][b]Flexibility:[/b] Submissions would be difficult to perform on one so flexible. She can bend her body into pretzel shapes and dislocate her arms from her shoulders and rejoin them, making her quite the escape artist.
[*][b]Inhuman Strength:[/b] The Crimson Champion is stronger than the average human. It is believed she once picked up a small compact car to save a victim trapped under it. Her fighting style is very brawler because of this. Her punches and kicks are powerful with most of her energy stored into each attempted strike.[/list]

[color=fff200][b]GM Permissions: Player is free to narrate this match until its conclusion.[/b][/color]

A red blur approached the stage, executing a series of handsprings. She landed on her hands before the concrete stage, facing the slab of compound mineral components as her legs slowly bent forty-five degrees. Her red-painted lips cocked into a smirk before her elbows bent and legs lowered before, in a springing motion, she hopped from the grassy ground up to the stage. Still hand-standing, her feet lowered to the ground. Her head was in between her legs to showoff her flexibility before her body rose out of its curled position to face her opponent.

“Woah, that flexibility arf!” Kenji exclaimed. “We have here, Trish Redstone, a well-known vigilante around Central Capital. She fights crime and she also fights for fun, ruff!”

The red-head marched over to Yang, her crimson pony-tail swaying behind her. She stopped before who she assumed was a monk of some sort from his clothes and shaved scalp. He greeted her and bowed:

[b]Seems we’ll be fighting first. Best of luck to you…I am Yang of the Crane School, and I thank you for the honor of this fight![/b]

Trish held up a clenched fist before the monk and exuberantly declared, [color=red][b]“Yang of the Crane School, I shall remember this name. I~!”[/b][/color] She crouched, her right arm going vertically into the air and left arm parallel to the ground to her left. She then turned her forearms inward until her fingertips were touching, making for a comical display. She gazed at him through her sanguine-goggles, and through the gap between her arms. [color=ed1c24][b]“-am the Crimson Champion of Central Capital! I fight crime and triumph over the forces of evil. May this battle be a valiant one, and may the Crimson Gods smile favorably upon us!”[/b][/color]

Her face tucked into the crook of her arm as her left arm unfurled in what was called a [i]dab[/i] among the hip kids now days. Kids holding her action figures cheered, while audience members cheered simply for the entertainment.

“Yang Wuxin of the Crane School, we hope you’re ready for this! Ruff! Will the vigilante topple the monk, we’ll see in just a moment folks ([i]frankly, my money is on the monk, woof[/i])!”