<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Yi1ASth.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331816.msg15828228#msg15828228)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Power Level:</strong>350;<strong>Power Up:</strong>220<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>50;<strong>Hits:</strong>100;<strong>Move:</strong>6<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>Jetlagged<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Introductions to the city, skipping the fine print<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Resu was still stuck in a perpetual state of awe because of all of the attention she was getting.  She went from a lower-middle-class family in a small town outside of South City to a participant in the world’s largest sporting event.  Her participation complete with corporate sponsors and all of the perks that came with it.  She was waiting for the pinch to come to cause a dramatic end to the whole dream.<br/><br/>Lagged or not she still rushed to the good Doctor.  The person in the whole thing she had the closest working relationship with.  It hardly mattered.  With how she felt now; she’d run up to meet the head of things himself and hug him with how excited she was about the whole situation.  “Thank you!  Two weeks are going to feel like an eternity.  I’m ready right now!”<br/><br/>As excited as she was she knew there were hoops she had to jump through.  Stupid formalities got in the way of doing anything in this modern world.  She hated it as much as any young adult would.  Even so, she did he best to try to read it.  Or, at least, LOOK like she was reading it thoroughly.  On the surface, it looked great.  Phrases like “...Food, uniform, and housing to be supplied by responsible parties…”  made her skim right over the other bits that mentioned, “...participant to always represent the brand in any matters concerning attitude, uniform, or appearance.”  She was envisioning the spectacular outfits and uniforms other sponsored fighters had in the past with various logos emblazoned across them.  She had no idea what she was getting herself into.<br/><br/>Just like that, every thought on the final bits of paperwork was gone “Do we have any info on the new fighters?  Oh, did Mighty Mite recover from that injury last time and come back?  I’ve wanted to punch that perfectly smug face in the nose for<em>years</em>.”  Most of the other heavy hitters she felt like she had a good grasp on for the most part.  The big names were the very same greats that she’s been watching and attempting to replicate for years in her own homegrown style.  She was definitely open to anything new that her new sponsor could have dug up on the competition.  With how much money they were dumping into her there was no doubt in her mind they weren’t doing the same in every other category of the competition.<br/>