Lola vs. Raw Randy with the "Beginner's Luck" gloves

"And on the other side, another newcomer, 18 years old, standing at 6'0" with the blue trunks! With a record of 0-0 anywhere you look, this guy's never thrown a punch, let alone had a match! That means he's aaaaall potential! A softball for the circus girl, maybe? Or the birth of a new legend?! It's Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand-yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Lola Pop had heard that her opponent was going to be a newbie, but she hadn't heard that he'd be such a newbie he'd literally be named after being a newbie. She was actually a little insulted, though she tried to keep that under wraps. This was starting to make sense to her, actually: bring a celebrity fighter in from the ARMS Circuit and throw a rookie at her just to see if he had any grit. This was the sort of thing that a thresher of a corporation would do, trying to pluck out new talents from whole cloth instead of taking the time to train them! She felt bad for the guy. Maybe she'd pull her punches a little harder in the spirit of comradery, as long as she could still make it look realistic.

From the other gate of the steel cage, Raw Randy appeared, holding both arms in the air. Like 90% of Arm's fighters, his arms weren't made of muscle and bone, but instead, elastic material. In his case, it looked like they were just a collection of poorly put together bandages, kinesis wrap, and duct tape. Contrasting that homely style, his gloves actually looked fairly high-tech. She'd actually never seen anything like these before... they were super big, one gold and one silver, each with "BEGINNER'S LUCK" written over the sharp, metallic knuckles. They didn't have any company's brand or logo anywhere on them. That either meant they were home-made or they were something that wasn't allowed to be used in official ARMS fights. That might make sense... for all their glitz, the message on the front made it pretty clear this guy ought to be doing some training with a sandbag, not competing officially!

The guy himself wasn't too much more remarkable than his gloves: gangly and so skinny he matched his arms, with a white tank-top and blue boxing trunks. It wasn't much of a brand. His head was covered by half-gold, half-silver boxer's headgear with a black visor hiding his eyes. His face registered surprise when he spotted his opponent on the other side of the ring. The look on his face made it clear he hadn't competed in this format before either and clearly wasn't expecting his challenger to be a bombshell dressed up for a hot night in the bedroom. "Is this a joke? Aw man, am I being hazed?" he asked. "Or... no, wait! Is this like a sexy birthday party thing, but like, a month too early?"

"Hey, that's what I said! The joke part, I mean," Lola laughed, keeping on her big smile despite her growing concern that she wasn't going to be able to make much of a match out of this.

"Holy crap, you're really her! Lola Pop, I mean! The ARMS Grand Prix fighter!" Randy exclaimed, clasping his big gloves over his head in a gesture of surprise. "What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?"

"Ha ha ha! Uh... I wish I could answer that! I guess I got a little carried away when I heard about a chance in the independent circuit?" she replied, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. This was a rare case where she kind of wished the guy she'd bumped into wasn't one of her fans. "Anyway, let's give these people a good, clean fight! Don't worry about the way you or I are dressed!"

His eyes seemed to focus downward over her body again and momentarily, the words stuck in his throat. He blinked a few times, evident by the digital eyes on his visor, then pointed one glove at himself. "Huh? Is something weird about the way I'm dressed?"

"N-No! I meant me, silly, ha ha ha! Don't worry about the way I'm dressed!" she reassured the rookie, not realizing that he'd picked out his gear style himself.

"This is the chance of a life-time! Getting to fight a real ARMS competitor on my first day," Randy muttered to himself, punching his gloves together and throwing out a few test jabs. The way his arms arched towards the floor like wet noodles wasn't exactly encouraging.

Lola tested her new Funchucks as well. They were brand new, fresh off the shelf, and performed just the way she expected to-- a stark contrast from her broken old gloves! With these, she could attack in any direction and easily deflect opponent's strikes, even without using her blow-up ball form, she figured. With the fight not yet started, she turned around towards her promoter, who was watching her from outside the cage. "Hey, coach! What can you tell me about the gloves that Randy's got on? I've never seen gloves like those in the Grand Prix before!" she questioned, raising one eyebrow.

The stranger puffed out another big ring of smoke, then switched his cigar to one side of his mouth and talked through his teeth. "Listen, I ain't your coach, I'm your scouter-slash-promoter. But I'll give you a word of advice: those gloves the kid's got on are Beginner's Luck, designed to give rookies like him the favorable side of a handicap. They ain't strictly legal from ARMS corp and don't belong anywhere near the pro circuit, but here, they're just the ticket. Makes things fair and uh... exciting for the crowd, shall we say? Capiche?"

"Ah, yeah. Capiche!" Lola nodded. That made sense. With those gloves, maybe she wouldn't have to worry about holding back against him too much. The crowd ought to be much more excited if the two of them fought on even terms! "Alright, Randy. I'm gonna show you the ropes, he he!" She raised her gloves, adopting a more traditional boxing stance, since apparently, blowing up into a balloon was off limits. "Just loosen up and have fun with it, okay?" She was still feeling pretty awkward about appearing this way in front of a crowd, but a true professional can't show anything but a grin to the audience-- that was her own personal mantra. She needed to smile so that they would smile too! Of course, in this instance, it seemed like they were all smiling for entirely different reasons than she was. The babydoll lingerie swished alluringly about her thighs as she hopped from foot to foot, each time threatening to show parts she'd rather keep hidden.

"Yeah! You too, okay?" Randy affirmed, approaching so they could knock gloves together to symbolize the start of the bout. Once he was close, though, it still seemed he was having a hard time looking away from her pushed-up tits... it was an unusual experience for Lola, who was used to her clown make-up drawing most of the attention.

The announcer's bellowing voice rang out again as they broke the glove-touch and adopted fighting stances. "S-A-T fight, round ooooooooone... Begin!"

Outfit durability: 28/28 (babydoll lingerie dress tied around with a bow at waist, stockings, garter belt, hairband, rubber nose)