[It's summer.  School is almost over for the year, thankfully.  With only three
days left, the end of the year has never seemed farther away.  Sadly, you don't
have any fights scheduled today, though you might get lucky and find one on the
way home.]
[Hope Intro... FIGHT!]
* Hope strolls along home, idly wishing that the wrestling club wasn't scared of
her.
* You're just passing the McDonalds that you occasionally patronize, and pass
far too often.  Strangely, there's a guy outside on the parents' benches, where
normally there aren't any at this time of day, since the kids are still in
school.  He's tall and utterly bishonen, with stereotypically white hair, but
thankfully cut short.  He's wearing a black suit, and not eating anything.  He's
just watching people go by.
* Hope peers at the strange bishy. Oh my, could this be some sort of creepy
child molestor? Could I beat the crap out of him for that?
* Man locks his eyes on Hope for a moment, and then goes back to watching
people.
* Hope walks over to the guy. "Whatcha doin' here?"
<Man> What business is it of yours?
<Hope> Just wonderin'.
* Man quirks an eyebrow. "You always butt into business that's not yours?
<Hope> Yep.
<Hope> So, ya didn't answer my question. Watcha doin' here?
<Man> Waiting for a person.  A young lady, in fact.
<Hope> Really? Ya on a date?
<Man> Not exactly.
<Hope> Ah. Who ya lookin' for? Maybe I know her.
* Man smirks.
<Man> Maybe you do, at that.
<Man> But why should I tell you?  You've got nothing to offer me.  Not even a
good fight.
<Hope> 'scuse me?
<Hope> You're lookin' for a fight. I think I could oblige.
* Man looks Hope up and down.
<Man> ...no, no you couldn't.  The young lady I'm waiting for, she might be able
to give me a fight.  You, you're nothing.
<Hope> Huh. What lady ya lookin' for? If she's a fighter, I'm sure I know her.
<Man> Didn't we already go down this end of the conversation tree?
* Hope grins. "Darn. Thought 'ya forgot. Well pal, I think you're
underestimatin' me."
<Hope> Boxing champ o' my school y'know.
<Man> You want the name, you gotta make me give it to you.
<Hope> Fine then. Let's fight.
* Man raises one hand towards Hope, palm up, and brings the fingers in twice,
swiftly. "Bring it." He still hasn't risen from his seat.
<Hope> Yer' sitting down. Dotcha even wanna stand up?
<Man> Don't need to.
<Hope> A'ight. If you say so.
* Hope launches a quick kick at the bish.
* Man catches Hope's foot in his hand, stopping it dead. He pushes away, and she
falls flat on her ass in an instant. "Pathetic. You've got no speed."
<Hope> Woah.
* Hope hops back up.
<Hope> Damn. Wasn't 'specting that.
<Man> That's your problem, not mine.
* Hope launches a quick flurry of strikes at the man.
* Man yawns and casually blocks each one in turn. When you stop firing punches,
your knuckles sting like you've been punching solid steel.
<Hope> Yow! What the heck are you?
<Man> Oh, now you want MY name.
<Man> Same deal.  You want it, take it from me.
* Hope growls. "Wish I had my sword. Okay then."
* Hope gathers her energy and punches at the Man. "Mega Punch!"
* Man quite suddenly isn't there.
<Hope> Gah!
* Your punch impacts the side of McDonalds, creating a nice crater.
<Hope> ... Whoops.
* Hope looks all round for the man.
* Man reappears behind you and lashes out with a thrust kick, catching you
totally unawares and propelling you _through_ the wall of McDonalds.
* Hope is propelled through the wall of the McDonalds. She lands, and stays
there "OW! This guy ain't human..."
* Man steps through the hole Hope left in the wall.
* Hope tries to get up, and fails. "H.. holy crap."
* Man tosses a clip of money to the redfaced manager who is just starting to
come from behind the counter.
<Man> Still conscious.
<Hope> You were expectin' me to still be breathin' after that?
<Man> I suppose you've earned the names.
* Man smirks.
<Hope> I couldn't even hitcha...
<Man> I didn't expect you to, Hope.
<Hope> Huh? How the heck do y'know my name?
* Man withdraws a small official-looking envelope from his coat pocket and
throws it on Hope's chest.
<Man> My name is Quentin Nagawa.  I'm the principal of Battle High.  You just
earned your invitation.
<Hope> Battle High? Invitiation?
<Man> Tickets are in the envelope.  Don't miss your flight.
* Man turns his back and walks out the hole Hope made in the wall.
* Hope gets up slowly and eyes the envelope. ".. Battle High?" She considers for
about.. oh.. .5 seconds before ripping the envolope open. In the middle of a
destroyed McDonalds. Girl needs to sort out her priorities.
* Inside is a formal-looking gold-embossed invitation for one Hope Fayth to
attend Battle High School, along with a plane ticket with no listed destination,
just a gate and a time.
<Hope> ... Woah.
* Hope looks around, realizes that she's in the middle of a destroyed McDonalds,
and decides to do further reading at home.
[Intro Fight... Win by Submission: Quentin Nagawa]