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Chapter 25: One to One
🕑 Added 2024-05-17 21:05:20 +0000 UTCWell, some household security stuff screwed with my timetable, so this might be late, but I was still able to get something done to post today. That’s nice. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter and please remember to check out my OC work, as that should be posted tomorrow.
Chapter 25: One to One
With the final match-ups decided, the stadium structure shifted once more, shortening from its elongated chariot shape into a former ring circular ring, with the chariot track and chariots were moved underground and covered by a large green pitch. Seeing it the second time wasn't nearly as exciting. Still, now that they had expected it, the students could better appreciate the engineering marvel of it all.
But with that done, the recreational games commenced. Despite having been tricked into it, the girls of class A still decided to act like cheerleaders, led by the invisible and pink ones. Well, most of them, as Yaoyorozu was only half-heartedly invested. At the same time, Jiro looked like she only remained out of some obligation, perhaps not wishing to be alone.
Midoriya couldn't say which it was, as he mainly focused on having fun. As sure, most of those 16 that made it to the finals decided to take the time to polish their strategies now that they had a firm idea of which opponents they'd face; others took the time to clear their heads or calm their nerves. Others chose to stock up on whatever they needed. Midoriya, Tsunotori, and Shiozaki were the exceptions to this, at least from their class, as they happily participated in the recreational games, running around getting stuff from the audience, most of which came from the army of kids supporting him.
But soon the fun ended, prizes were handed out. The students vacated the field for the sections within the stands set aside. They formed a u-each sat the 20 students per class with a small divider wall between them and went west from class A's seating to class J. With the field cleared, it shifted again, opening up to replace the grass-covered pitch the recreational games had played on. It was replaced with a large concrete arena around half the size of the pitch, giving plenty of room for the coming battles. Bonfire pits were unveiled and burst to life at its four corners before dying out.
“Alright, it’s time for the main event, some classic 1v1 battle!” Present Mic called out to the roar of the crowds as Cementoss did some finishing touches on the pre-made arena to ensure it was stable. “We want our students to show off all that they can, but that can be super dangerous, so we have added a little something to keep our wonderful viewers safe!” With that, over 2 dozen ringed futuristic towers emerged from a wall surrounding the pitch. The tips folded out into projectors, which, as one, activated, creating a thin honey cob-like barrier between the stands and the field.
Then, the two fields generated by different projectors met; as this happened, Present Mic explained the situation. “What you're seeing is a state-of-the-art barrier designed by the folks at I-island. Just one of these shield generators can take 3 punches from All Might, and we got a lot of them, so rest easy; there isn't be any stray fire today!” With that said, the field stabilized before fading till it was nearly completely transparent, but still present as those closest to it, including the students, reached and found that they were blocked by it; even when they pressed against it, it was pressing against a wall.
“That being said, you're all training to be productive members of society, heroes at that, so it would be within your best interest not to abuse the fact you can't hurt the people watching.” Eraser reminded them all. Still, the students were left highly impressed by how much U.A. could throw in terms of cash into the festival and how much planning and gadgets they used to host it. When Kodai thought about it, she couldn't recall a single other time when U.A. felt the need to have a force field for the festival, but maybe they really wanted them to go nuts on the field.
“Ever the rational one, Eraser!” Present Mic gave his fellow host thumbs-ups. Listening to him further hype up the students and the audience, those within class B's booth decided now was the time to ask something on their minds ever since those kidnapped by Midoriya's siblings returned from whatever those kids wanted with them.
"Pardon me, Shiozaki, but why do you have flowers in your hair and bracelets?" Shishida asked as she and the others who had been kidnapped returned with all sorts of trinkets and accessories. They had merely decided not to mention them earlier or during the recreational games.
Reaching for the 4 on her right wrist, Shiozaki smiled at them as she recalled those adorable children's faces when they presented her with them and talked about how they made them out during a group activity. “They were gifts from the children. They particularly like my hair because it reminds them of helping the adults in the garden.” She stated she was used to people making the joke, not people treating her hair like shrubbery.
“So…was it hairdressing or pruning?” Awase asked.
“I can’t say, but they were too sweet to refuse. Besides, it’s not a bad look.” Shiozaki replied, with Fukidashi, Tokage, and Komori agreeing with it. Shiozaki typically avoided such things, sticking to a plain look even with her hero costume. Still, the multi-colors hairpins and flowers in her hair highlighted that it didn't take much to make her look stunning, like a nature goddess.
“The little devils wanted to ask all sorts of questions and offer us good-luck charms they made for us. We don't need it, but refusing them would have been rude." Monoma might have sounded the same, but it was hard to take him seriously when he still had tiger stripes on his cheeks and all sorts of hairpins in his hair.
Midoriya, who looked to be the most finely decorated out of them, with swirls drawn on his cheeks, his arms full of cheaply made bracelets, and his 'cat ears' adorned with clip-on earrings. He was relaxed and content even though he seemed to be chewing something. “My siblings are pretty cool.”
That brought out another question as Kamakiri leaned over. “Are they like…adopted or…?” Sure, it was mainly class A who debated it, but it wasn't like class B weren't as curious. Hell, Kamakiri bet that the entire first-year group was wondering about it, as he was sure he saw some business students wondering how this could factor into his hero story.
“My master is seen as the mother of the entire group, but she only has the one bio kid whom I’ve never met.” Midoriya waved that off, breaking that little rumor before it could fester. While it would be funny to see people try and figure it out if his master found out, he implied she had that many kids. Well, she'll do more than declaw him.
“Tetsutetsu is up first; what do you think are his chances?" Kaibara asked, as his opponent wouldn't be easy to deal with if his performance so far meant anything.
“Steel has a high melting point, and he’s pretty durable. So, Bakugo can’t just attack him like he would most people.” Midoriya replied as he had the most experience with the blonde, and while he was aggressive, loud, and just generally as pleasant as a shoe filled with thumbtacks, he wasn't an idiot; incredibly perceptive and adaptable. Tetsutetsu in contrast, was a simple soul that went for simple methods.
"Yeah, but Tetsutetsu does have a limit on how long he can hold it. Besides, while the heat might not be an issue, the concussive blast can't be ignored." Honenuki added, having similar thoughts to Midoriya.
“Doesn’t Bakugo have the same weakness?” Fukidashi asked, as all quirks had their limits; he made his throat hoarse if he used it too long, for example.
As he kept on chewing, Midoriya shook his head. "No, his quirk quirks via his sweat. That's the source of his explosions. So, a prolonged match really favors him as it means he'll sweat more and be able to use greater blasts." He answered, being able to speak without revealing what he had in his mouth or spit.
"This means that Tetsutetsu needs to win this as fast as possible, as the longer it lasts, the greater the disadvantage he'll be." Tokage summarised, getting a nod from the boy as the class turned to the field, hoping to start this off with a bang after coming in second to class A
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The four bonfires lit to life once more and remained on as the screen across the stadium went from idle to showing the images of the two coming fighters. “Audience, it's time to start the first match! Manly and passionate steel! From the hero Course, it's Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu!” Tetsutetsu walked out of the hallway into the field, determined to win as he heard his classmates cheering for him.
"I'm going to beat my name into your dumb head of yours!" He growled as he hadn't forgotten that Bakugo mistook him for someone else; they were completely different people, dammit!
“Versus! He was kind of famous in middle school! From the hero course, it's Bakugo Katsuki!" Bakugo strolled onto the pitch from the other side, his hands in his pockets and in a terrible posture. While Tetsutetsu took even greater offense to the fact the guy wasn't even treating this like he should have, Bakugo was more concerned with that shitty entrance statement; kinda famous? He was no has-been and damn well never will be!
As the two made their way up the stairs onto the arena, their forms casting shadows thanks to the flames at the four corners, Present Mic explained how things would go. “The rules are simple: you win by either knocking your out of bounds, immobilizing them, forcing them to surrender, or otherwise knocking them out!”
“Recovery Girl is on standby, so throw aside your morals and ethics and bring on the injuries! But of course, anything too crazy or life-threatening is a load of crap. It will result in an automatic disqualification!” The two met at the center. Bakugo's eyes were seemingly bored with the entire thing, which made Tetsutetsu swear to teach him to treat him as a threat, and he'll do that by beating him and taking the first round for class 1-B!
Creating a chair for himself, Cementoss took a seat and waved for the cameras. “I’ll stop things if they go too far.” Both boys heard that and nodded that they understood but kept silent while waiting for the fight to start.
“You're not the one I want to fight, so I'll end this quickly, Shitty hair." Bakugo dismissed him as his eye went past him to the stands where the students sat. To the three that he was determined to defeat to prove his strength, but with how the bracket was organized, he'll only get the chance to fight just one, whoever managed to take out the other two.
"My hair isn't shitty, you asshole!" Tetsutetsu yelled back, though if he knew that Bakugo's nickname wasn't even aimed at him at Kirishima, he could have blown a gasket.
“First match, start!" Tetsutetsu didn't waste any time. As soon as Present Mic called the start, he instantly shifted his body to steel and rushed Bakugo, ready to give him a piece of his mind.
"I'll teach you, you arrogant piece of crap!" He yelled as he approached; Bakugo did not even move from his spot as he watched the human wrecking ball run at him, his right fist cocked back.
Instead, he just lifted his hand, barely interested but knowing he had to deal with this if he wished to shut up anyone who had the balls to call him third place. As Tetsutetsu was right on top of him, Bakugo swung his right hand towards him, a blast building in his palm before he set it loose in Tetsutetsu's face. Tetsutetsu blocked the blast but was still hit full force by it.
"Holy-does he ever hold back?" Awase asked as the smoke from the blast covered a part of the field, covering Tetsutetsu from view.
Midoriya wasn't even worried for his classmate; instead, he smiled. "If he thinks that’s enough…well, we'll see." With Bakugo, he waited for whatever Tetsutetsu would do, but instead, he was blindsided by Tetsutetsu rushing him again without a scratch on him.
“Like something like that can stop me!” Before he could counter, Tetsutetsu landed a left look right on Bakugo's face. The blonde feltliva flew out of his mouth as his teeth wertled. Being knocked aside, he quickly recovered and turned to Tetsutetsu, now fully invested in crushing him.
“And Tetsutetsu tanks a straight explosion to the face and hits Bakugo with a hard counterstrike!” Present Mic called out as most of the smoke cleared away, revealing that Tetsutetsu stood tall while Bakugo was on one knee, his right cheek bruised from that punch.
"I already told you I will make you remember my name. It's Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, the guy that's gonna beat you!" Tetsutetsu declared as he rushed him again, but Bakugo wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
“In your dreams!” As Tetsutetsu tried to kick him, Bakugo blasted himself over and out of the way before using another blast to stabilize himself. As Tetsutetsu turned, Bakugo fired an even stronger explosion into his face, one that ripped the collar of Tetsutetsu's shirt but only made him step back.
Landing, Tetsutetsu was already on him again; his clothes were damaged, but his steel skin was not even soot-covered. “Your explosions have no effect on me, but my fists sure as hell affect you!" He started to attack Bakugo, keeping close to him and trying to wear him down or push him to the edge. Still, Bakugo was well aware of his surroundings. Anytime they strayed too far from the center, he blasted himself out of danger, countered, and started a new.
Aiming both palms at Tetsutetsu's stomach, he blasted him back. While this launched his foe back onto his back with a grunt, he was back up seconds later, his top entirely destroyed thanks to all the explosions Bakugo had been using, but his body still undamaged by his blasts. 'He's not budging, that quirk of his, it's different to Shitty Hair. He didn't have heat resistance, and it's tough as hell to crack. But there's always a weakness, and I'll find it!'
This time, Bakugo rushed him, the two meeting for a close melee as Tetsutetsu through left after right, backhands and elbows with even a few kicks and knees thrown in, using his entire body as a weapon, not caring for defense as he tried to finish this fast. Meanwhile, Bakugo could only dodge and knock aside blows, with even those redirections hurting as it meant letting the strikes partially hit him, with his explosions only popping off every 6-7 strikes from Tetsutetsu.
“Bakugo’s having a hard time fighting against our boy of steel's fury of attacks, but Tetsutetsu hasn't managed to land a decisive blow since his first counter. Bakugo's too quick for him!"
“Come on, Tetsutetsu! Take the win for class B." Tsuburaba yelled.
“Come on, Bakugo! You can do this!” On the other side, Kirishima yelled in opposition, though Bakugo wasn't doing so hot as Tetsutetsu was gaining ground.
“Bakugo’s on the defensive?” Kendo asked, surprised. Even when they fought, Bakugo had been on the offensive for most of it, though it didn't do him any good.
"Never thought I'd see anyone outside Kendo do that." Uraraka noted that as the fight progressed, Bakugo suffered more damage in the form of cuts and bruises, and the first one on his face only got worse as it slowly swelled and turned purple.
“Yes, we can’t dismiss the potential of our sister class.” Iida replied, only for Monoma to stick his head over the barrier.
“As you should!” Shiozaki grabbed him with her vines before he could say more, giving their sister class a first-hand look at how
“Monoma, please control yourself. If we must be smug, we must be classy about it.” Midoriya told him, though his eyes never left the fight on the field.
"He's playing a dangerous game. Sure, Bakugo hasn't landed a good hit since the start of the fight, but his explosions are only getting stronger.” Tokage stated as she saw his explosions were only getting stronger and that each was pushing Tetsutetsu further back. She, Honenuki and Midoriya remained silent as the fight progressed. The crowd's roar and the two yelling on the field meant they weren't considered as
. Instead, they watched as Tetsutetsu got more desperate, his strikes, which had been quick since the beginning, getting sloppy and wide. Undoubtedly, he realized he didn't have much time left. Meanwhile, Bakugo grew faster and more agile as his evasions became so fast that he didn't even need to worry about redirecting or blocking attacks. This came to a head, Bakugo's rising power and Tetsutetsu's ever-weakening defense when Bakugo dodged out of the way of a haymaker and swung his left for Tetsutetsu’s arm before igniting an explosion.
Unlike every other time Tetsutetsu would have powered through it, the steel-covered boy felt his skin give as the steel cracked, having been battened and shaken by the multiple explosions. "What’s this, Bakugo’s attack had an effect this time around?” Present Mic called out as Tetsutetsu took several steps back, holding onto his arm, which had large cracks all over it, all coming from a massive dent in the middle of his forearm.
He let the steel fade away, which only confirmed Bakugo's suspicions when he saw activate his quirk again with heavy breaths. "I knew it, metal dents, but you weren't developing cracks. That means you were shifting in and out of your lame quirk to keep up the appearance, but it makes take a shit load outta you to do that." Tetsutetsu was like a deer in headlights as Bakugo gave the game away; if he figured that out, then no way he hadn't figured out that maintaining his quirk like this while attacking was just as exhausting.
He took a step forward to try and counter, maybe buy himself time to think, but this time Bakugo was on him as he closed the gap between them with an explosive boost before launching on at his other shoulder of the arm that wasn't injured, and again Tetsutetsu bit back a curse as the steel gave way, even worse than before his reserves were rapidly depleting, he couldn't strength the steel as much as he was at the start. No, it wasn't that bad; his steel never got that weak, and he sure had taken worse beatings when he trained. Was Bakugo just getting stronger? How? That wasn't how quirks worked.
With a destructive smile, Bakugo initiated a fierce, unending counterattack against Tetsutetsu. Their roles were now reversed as he kept moving back, feeling more of his steel buckle and crack under the force of the blasts. Their power only seemed to grow as each deafening blast tore deeper into his defenses as he tried to hold out, but he was in a losing battle.
"Die!" With a final strike, Bakugo placed both hands on Tetsutetsu's crumbling crack-riddled steel-coated chest and hit him with a fully powered explosion that shattered his steel and sent him flying. Tetsutetsu was barely conscious as he felt weightless, staring into the blue sky at the many fluffy clouds overhead. The next moment, he came down hard into the concrete, rolling till he landed on his side.
He could make out Midnight walking over, but that was all he saw before he was out like a light. Midnight, who hadn't expected him to get back up from that, saw him pass out from exhaustion, and no doubt pain made her call. "Tetsutetsu has lost consciousness! Bakugo moves onto the quarter-finals!”
“And with a dynamic finish, Bakugo takes the first round! Man, that guy’s relentless!” Bakugo took a moment to breathe as Present Mic hyped him up as he should have earlier. In and out before relaxing as he turned to the stands again, only now he could see them all, Half and Half, Man Hands, and that fucker, Deku. All had their reaction, namely that Half and Half remained unchanged; Man Hands had narrowed her gaze while Deku watched him with a smirk.
Ticking, he walked off the field and left the bots to collect his fallen opponent. He had to go see Recovery Girl about these damned bruises so he could be in top shape to face whoever won the next fight. Watching this from the stands, Kaminari cheered. “Woo! Class A takes the first match!” He said as he high-fived Mina and Sero.
“I hope that he doesn’t get too bent over this.” Kaibara said, watching as the robots picked up their beaten classmate to take him off the field while Cementoss did a quick check and repair job on the arena.
"It wasn't the best match-up, but perhaps he should have tried to keep a slower pace, would have said him the trouble." Honenuki commented as they waited for the next fight to begin, as Tsunotori had already left to prepare.
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By the time the second match started, only Bakugo had returned, Tetsutetsu most likely still recovering from their fight, but they hoped there was a TV in the med bay so he could cheer for Tsunotori as well. That time was now as the four fires lit up once more. "Thanks for waiting, but we can now begin the second match of the first round between these two!" The two were already halfway up the stairs. Tsunotori looked as intense as she had earlier, throwing Jiro off her game.
“From the good ole U.S. of A, she might look cute, ladies and gentlemen, but she's a real fighter, and those horns aren't just for show, from the hero course, Tsunotori Pony!” Present Mic introduced her, the foreign girl keeping her eyes locked onto her opponent, a frown of concentration on her face as her horns were ready to fire at a moment’s notice.
“Right.” She kept it short.
“She's been low-key this entire time, but that means she could have a few cards up her sleeves from the hero course, Jiro Kyoka!" Jiro wondered how she'd handle this as she didn't know much about Tsunotori, only that she could fire those horns of hers and control them to some extent. Not good, as that meant she had a range advantage over her.
“No pressure then?” Jiro wished she had been allowed her boots. Without them, she was fighting at a real disadvantage, which felt especially hard to carry since Bakugo opened up the finals with a victory for their class. Now, was she that invested in an inter-class rivalry? Not really, but she would be lying if she said she didn't want to put those two smug assholes from class B in their place. While the brackets set up made it impossible for her to see her doing it to them, she could hit them in their pride by handing their class a second consecutive loss.
“Make us proud, Tsunotori!” Tokage cheered.
“You got this, Jiro jack!” Mina waved at the two, hoping that Jiro could see it.
“Are you ready?” Present Mic asked as Tsunotori lowered her head a little while Jiro's earphone cables rose. "Start!" Tsunotori didn't give Jiro time to think as she immediately fired both horns at her. Seeing them coming, Jiro managed to doge, but another two were already flying towards her.
With a yelp, one caught her sleeve and dragged her back towards the boundary, but she could free herself before it could fly her over the line. Looking, she saw another set of horns coming for her, which got her to narrow her eyes in annoyance as her earphone jacks shot out, managing to tap one, and with a thought, she sent her heartbeat through it, vibrating the thing till it went way off course, but that still left the second. Still, she managed to slap it aside with her second jack.
Hearing clip-clops approaching fast, she saw that Tsunotori wasn't going to play a ranged game as the American locked her in her sights as she charged her, moving on all fours to close the distance faster. "Crud!" Jiro moved to avoid the charge but was tripped when a horn, one of the ones she thought she handled, came around and hit her right in the back of the knee. With a pained grunt, she went down but quickly rolled and got up.
That distraction was all Tsunotori needed as before she could raise a defense or strike at her with her earphones, Tsunotori drove her tiny but oh-so-very strong left fist into Jiro's liver. The blow rocked her as pain shot through her entire body, doubling her over as she gasped for air, but her opponent didn't let up as a swift right knee to the face left her with a broken nose and dazed before a left hook had her seeing stars as she wobbled, her legs weak as she fell on her side.
Tsunotori, taking up a traditional boxing stance, laid into her, showcasing that she had some real training or experience in it as Jiro reflectively tried to fight back, or block, or even counter with her earphones, but she could barely concentrate, even if she wasn't, Tsunotori bobbed or used her horns, not the ones on her head by the ones she had already fired to counter Jiro's earphone jacks. For class A, watching their classmate be so easily overwhelmed had most wanting to look away as Jiro as the seconds went by as ever lowering chances of even landing a single counter.
For class B, it was a surprise that their resident American was trained in what looked to be MMA as she nearly danced around Jiro, her blows knocking the purple-haired girl around like she was a leaf in the wind. For Jiro, she wondered how the hell she got into this as she couldn't fight back. Tsunotori was too fast on her feet, too well versed in how to throw hands without quirks, and just to add insult to injury, she used her quirk to counter Jiro’s, forcing her to basically fight quirkless as she could hear her opponent’s breathing, but its calm and steady nature only made it all the more apparent that she wasn’t even exhausting herself pummelling into her.
Mercy came when Tsunotori hit Jiro with a fierce right uppercut, which lifted her foe off her feet and sent her flying back, where she painfully landed on her back. The entire experience, feeling that she just went 6 rounds against Kirishima or Ojiro, only lasted 32 seconds. Grasping for her, that liver shot was still vibrating through her, along with the several other shots to her sides and stomach, which made it painful to breathe.
Again, she heard clip-clops approaching, slower than before, or maybe she just had a concussion; it would make sense as she took a few hits to the head there. Looking over with her good eye, the other started to swell. She saw Tsunotori still locked onto her, her fists raised as if she could get back up. "Do you give up?" Tsunotori asked, with Midnight also watching Jiro as they waited for an answer.
Part of her appreciated that her opponent respected her enough to give her the choice. But the parts of her that was in so much pain just wanted to tell her to fuck off. So she chose the middle road and nodded, laying down as Midnight called it. “Jiro has surrendered! Tsunotori moves into the quarter-finals!” As the crowd cheered for her victory, Tsunotori huffed out her nose as she raised a fist to the air, the people cheering louder as robots came into the field to help the defeated Jiro off, but not before Tsunotori approached her.
“Sorry about that, I didn’t want to hurt you too badly.” Tsunotori stated, dropping the intensity from earlier and replacing it with a more bubbly, if apologetic, demeanor.
Again, Jiro wanted to tell the girl to piss off, but she also was as petty as a certain explosive loudmouth, so she sighed and offered a weak smile as she was being carried off the field, Tsunotori walking alongside her. "It's cool, you gotta do that, you gotta do."
“If you want, I can show you some moves.” She offered, as she had felt great when she learned some moves from her older brothers growing up, even more so when her dad signed her up for boxing lessons back in Kentucky. It meant that roughhousing with her three older brothers was even more fun, if destructive.
Jiro laughed at that before wincing from the pain. "Maybe later when I'm not seeing two of you." As the two left the field, Present Mic complimented them on their strong sportsmanship spirit, noting that they could act so friendly despite that rather intense beat-down.
“That’s our girl! Yeah!” Fukidashi cheered for her, joined by several others in class.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Kamakiri roared as that was a good old-fashioned slugfest, and to see Tsunotori, of all people, dish it out? Now, he wanted to fight her too.
"As violent as that was, I'm pleased she's progressing to the next round." Shiozaki smiled as Honenuki and Midoriya smiled but remained silent, proud that their classmate had managed to earn herself a win.
"That'll mean she'll be against Bakugo next. Oh, I can't wait to see her lay into him. He might cry like a little baby." Monoma said a little louder than he needed, which got the expected response as Bakugo looked over the barrier towards him.
“Oh, fuck you, you ass-wipe! The only thing that’s gonna happen is I’m gonna mope the floor with just like I did Shitty hair!” He yelled at him, with Kaminari and Kirishima trying to get him down as Midoriya turned his way, a smile on his face.
"What's the matter, number 3? If you're confident, why are you yelling?" He asked him, loving how much Bakugo seethed at that nickname, which he found deeply amusing considering he couldn't remember the last time Bakugo used anyone else real names, as he seemed to either forget them or just gave them rude nicknames just to be disrespectful. Well, not so fun when it was happening to you, was it.
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I had always planned for Pony to win, but how brutal she can be with her fists was a late addition, partly because as I wrote that out, I recalled Marshall from How I Met Your Mother and thought, 'Yeah, let's do that. Plus, when I looked into people from Kentucky-which is her birth state in this story, I found that Muhammed fucking Ali was from Kentucky, along with the man who coached him and another well-known boxer. I would have made her from Minnesota as well, just like Marshall, but since she's a horse girl, I picked states off a list of which has the most, and Kentucky was much higher at 5th.
But Marshall and how crazy his brothers were made me decide that, okay, she has three brothers, and because her parents decided to name her 'Pony', I decided to follow the horse theme with them all. It's a shame that I don't plan for them to appear, but please, come up with your head-cannons and put them in the comments. I'll take the funniest stuff to try and add them as background info whenever she reveals more about her siblings.
Pony: 16 years old, born April 21st
Jacques(I would have picked Jockey, but that seemed too weird): 18 years old, born January 19th
Colt: 20 years old, born November 20th
Stallion: 22 years, born June 17th.
