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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 16, 2009 20:25:50 GMT -8
(This thread will take place at an underground fighting tournament, once there, feel free to join as a spectator to the tournament, and feel free to watch us fight in it or interact with us in between fights.)
Matrim had been upstairs getting dressed. He wore nice dress pants, black dress shoes, a button down white shirt and a vest, he left the top three buttons of the shirt unbuttoned, and rolled up the sleeves however. Matrim then walked out of his room carrying a duffel bag full of stuff for him that he would need tonight. Supplies, one might say....
Matrim would then call downstairs, "Sara, get dressed, we're going out on a date. Oh, and pack some work out clothes in a duffel bag to bring along with, trust me, where we're going, you'll need it."
Matrim would go downstairs grabbing his van keys and going out the front door. He made his way to it, sliding open the side door, throwing his duffel bag in and then shutting it, he turned to look at the house as he leaned against his van with his arms crossed, waiting on Sara.
Tonight should be fun....
Tonight Matrim was taking Sara to an underground club of sorts, a fighting tournament with a bunch of chumps who didn't know the first thing about fighting. There'd be rules, and Matrim would definitely inform her about the Qi rule that they'd have to follow considering these people didn't know what that was.
Were they picking on weaker people and ruining the contest by joining? Maybe... but Matrim wanted him and Sara to have a fight that was watched for once, to let people join in and see their training. If people could see what he saw, and give her some more respect, she may be a little more confident about her fighting ability. That couldn't hurt her at all, it could only help.
So Matrim would wait till she came outside. He didn't care how she was dressed so long as she brought the other stuff too. He wouldn't want her to have to fight in anything restricting.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 16, 2009 20:53:11 GMT -8
Sara sat in the living room, curled up on the couch as she flicked through channels on the tv. In a stupor as she stared at the screen she barely registered anything going on around her. Briefly, she wondered where Matrim was and why he wasn't up her ass bothering her, but then some... bridal dress show had her mind being redirected. But not before she glanced around to make sure no one was watching her. From upstairs, Matrim calling to her brought her back to reality and she quickly flicked off the tv, pushing up off the couch like a child caught with her hand in cookie jar. "OK! Be there in a second!" She suddenly froze. Wait, where were they going? " Had he said... date? Or workout? Before she could clarify, he was already out the door. She could hear the sliding door of the van slamming. Why did she have a funny feeling about this? >_>" What was she supposed to have grabbed? She quickly jogged up the stairs, pretty sure she had just misheard him and it was simply a workout. If the bugger was brave enough to ask her on a date again, she would humor him... But only to an extent. She would dress for a workout. Screw a duffel bag, she was comfortable in her workout clothes anyways. Combing through her drawers, she pulled out a pair of her standard sweats, and a tank top. Slipping on the pants and shirt she looked at herself. She looked good, but it was obvious she was prepared for a workout. Feeling slightly guilty she dug through her draws. Finding something a little nicer to slip over her tank top, she pulled out a shirt. It was green, form fitting and tight, simple designs that gave it a nicer look, and would cover her shoulders. Even with the sweats, it gave the outfit a slightly more appropriate look, not to mention the shirt looked great on her. Then it was down the stairs and out the door. She slowed as he came into view leaning against the van, blushing bright red. God, how the hell did he manage to do that? Glaring at him, she crossed the driveway and opened her side of the car. Before getting in, she crossed her arms across her chest and cocked her hip. "So where are we going? This better be good, I was watching something you know."
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 16, 2009 21:02:03 GMT -8
"So where are we going? This better be good, I was watching something you know." She said, having approached in something that seemed like a cross between the two options.....
Eh... good enough... but if she gets bloody she'll be stuck in bloody sweaty clothes all night....
"We have DVR you know.... you could have taped it," Matrim said, unlocking the doors with the button on the keychain, opening his door. He had unlocked the side door before but that had been it. He got into the driver seat and said, "You'll find out when we get there, it's a surprise."
He shut the door and put on his seat belt. Once Sara was in he'd start up the van, turn to her and say, "You can turn the radio to whatever you like," He then turned on his GPS which had the directions already planned for him, he would take off the parking break, shift into drive, and they'd be on their way.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 17, 2009 11:55:49 GMT -8
Sara fiddled with the radio as he started the car and put it into gear. She found a station she liked and settled back in her seat, letting it play softly for background. Every couple seconds her gaze would flick over to him. This change in their relationship was... different to say the least. She didn't think that they had ever gone more then 5 minutes without getting into a physical fight. Sitting here in the car with him, going on... She swallowed back the word, but couldn't deny it. A date. Sitting here with him like this was kinda weird but nice at the same time. If she could just figure out how to interact with him in a non-violent way...
She wasn't completely sure she trusted Matrim and his surprises either. She bit back questioning him again on where they were going and instead tried to think of another topic to talk about. If he wanted to surprise her with something, she would try to be patient, and let him have his moment. Sadly, she was getting nowhere. "So.... Where are we going?"
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 17, 2009 12:08:49 GMT -8
"So.... Where are we going?" She asked, just as Matrim was pulling up to the turnoff. His GPS gave him the notification but he already knew where he was going anyway. Still, it was nice to have the device.
"We're... not normal with the whole dating thing, so I figured a nice dinner and a movie, while it'd be nice, isn't exactly the most fun you could have. So I decided to make an impression for our first date," He said, "We're going to an underground fighting tournament."
He pulled up to the large building, where lights and loud music played. Not so 'underground' to the outside, it drew a lot of attention to itself. It was a dance club, and thanks to that, it provided the perfect camouflage from the outside world. Fights took place on the dance floor, and even if cops came in, it was so crowded and music played during the fights that the cops wouldn't be able to tell if underground fighting was going to take place.
Matrim parked and got out, opening the side door and grabbing his duffel bag. He slammed it shut, "We're going to have some of the best food money could buy given to us for free, have some sort form of entertainment from watching fights, we're going to have some physical activity incorporated into it since me and you are both entered on opposite sides of the bracket, oh, and we're going to win a lot of money by betting on ourselves to win."
Matrim would then turn to Sara, "I don't know about you, but to me it sounded like the best date ever. Only two rules, we go in with none of our own gear, and we don't use Qi, ever. First sign of Qi and it'll ruin the entire evening, kay? And in the end, the last fight will be me and you with thousands of people watching, cheering, placing bets. And to be honest, I think it'll be an even fight."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 17, 2009 13:05:14 GMT -8
"We're going to an underground fighting tournament."
O____o
Sara had a stunned moment of silence. And then she burst out laughing. Surprisingly, that was one of the most thoughtful thing he could have done. It showed that he knew her, and cared enough to put in an attempt at doing something she would enjoy. It also showed that he had the same feelings about this relationship that he did. She wasn't nuts. This was just an odd relationship. Hadn't she just been wondering how NOT to make this date violent? Her laughter died down and she managed to turn to him, smiling. "Matrim, that's... Wow. Just wow."
Her eyes fell to the large building. At the sight of it, her tummy did a little flop. There would be a lot of people watching this wouldn't there? >_>" Refusing to let her nervousness show she hopped out of the car once he parked, and bounced on the balls of her feet while she waited for him to finish describing the night. So... Food, money, a show, and a fight. She was getting more nervous by the second. How the hell did he know she was going to make it to the last round? Ignoring the butterflies, she smiled at him.
"Sounds like a damn good plan to me." She stripped off her gloves and other gear, and stuffed them under the passenger seat and then closed her door. She pushed onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "This is amazing. Thank you. If anything it'll be interesting." Letting go of him she turned and started towards the building.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 17, 2009 13:34:22 GMT -8
Laughter.... could be good, could be bad. Chance of being good calculated a 0.0000549%....... better odds than I originally thought......
"Matrim, that's... Wow. Just wow."
Wow1 Informal, Definition : Exclamation, expressing astonishment or admiration.
... so I surprised her, and she likes it? Unless she's being sarcastic....
"Yeah," He said nodding along waiting for more of a reaction.
"Sounds like a damn good plan to me." She said, getting off whatever she had with her while he locked the doors so that once she closed them they'd be good and secure. She then walked over to him, getting on her toes to hug him, "Sounds like a damn good plan to me."
Ahhh sweet relief.
"You're welcome," He said and lead the way, "Stick close to me, alright? When I'm fighting you'll have my card, bet a thousand on me to win, when you fight I'll have the card and bet a thousand on you to win. The odds for newcomers are five to one, meaning we'll win back five thousand as long as we keep winning. There are thirty two competitors, which means five fights in total. At the end of the night before we go to fight we'll each take half of the winnings and each bet on ourselves, whoever wins gets all the money. So think of tonight as us playing a game with each other, warming up, and then at the end... whoever wins takes home the cash. And trust me... after four fights, we'll both be a bit tired and beat up."
Matrim lead the way to front door. When he got there he told the bouncer, "Matrim Gallagher, VIP, and this is Sara Quinn, VIP."
"Hey Jackson, get over here and cover the door for me. Okay sir and madam, if you'll follow me I will take you to our VIP suite," He reached into his jacket, "Here are your VIP cards and ID's," He said handing both of them lanyards that said VIP which also had their betting information on it as well as their registration for competing, "The VIP area is a little quieter, it's on the third floor and gives a view straight down to the fighting arena as well as surveillance footage coverage on large screen televisions. If the food is not to your tastes you can request anything from our chefs, they should be able to make it. Don't lose those cards, and remember you can not bet on anyone you fight against to prevent you from purposefully losing, but you can bet on yourself or each other to your hearts content. Should you two fight each other, that means you can't bet on each other, but each of you can bet on yourselves. The odds for a fighter with above 50% wins is 2 to 1, 50% fighters 3 to 1, less than 50% 10 to 1, and new fighters at 5 to 1."
He got to the elevator, using Matrim's card he swiped it, showing them how to do it, "Once your in the elevator its the only one that goes to the VIP lounge, so you won't have to push any buttons. There are changing rooms and lockers in the VIP lounge, and when you go to fight an escort will go with you to hold onto your lanyard. We have a physician who will clear you before and after each fight to make sure you are good to keep going."
The elevator came down, apparently it was always at the top unless someone swiped it, but the bouncer didn't mention that. Once inside they'd head up, Matrim would turn to Sara, "Sound fun so far?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 17, 2009 15:57:50 GMT -8
"And trust me... after four fights, we'll both be a bit tired and beat up."Sara followed behind him, staring at his back with a blank look on her face. It was really one of those "UWAH?" moments. She had no idea what he was on about. She had a basic (VERY basic) understanding of how betting worked. So... money depended on her winning? What if she didn't win? What if she lost? She understood the whole, 'I'll bet on you, you bet on me' thing, but... Of course she would bet on him. It was Matrim. He wouldn't lose to simple people like this. But him betting on her? That was a lot of faith he was putting on her. They approached the bouncer at the door and Matrim introduced them as VIP. That was kinda cool she guessed. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, biting at her bottom lip as she looked around. She wondered how many girls signed up for this. How many small girls like herself. Wouldn't people get suspicious if they put her against some Hulk, and she beat him into a pulp? Absentmindedly she took the lanyard from the bouncer, not really listening to him, to interested in everything else going on. She was pulled back to reality when he started talking numbers again on the way to the elevator. The same blank look touched her face again. She had no idea what was with the percentages, and the whatever to ones. It was like they were talking in another language. Why couldn't it just be as simple as she fought, and then got the money? "Once your in the elevator its the only one that goes to the VIP lounge, so you won't have to push any buttons. There are changing rooms and lockers in the VIP lounge, and when you go to fight an escort will go with you to hold onto your lanyard. We have a physician who will clear you before and after each fight to make sure you are good to keep going."Ok... Now that was a little scary... >_>" How dangerous was this going to be that they needed physicians and escorts? Obviously not to bad if Matrim thought she could handle it, but what the hell did he know? The elevator finally arrived and she stepped into it next to Matrim. "Sound fun so far?" "Hm?" She turned her head up to look at him. "Oh, ya, sounds good." She smiled, trying to seem sure of herself. "It's... new. Really, really new." She laughed softly and turned her head back down to stare at the floor, her hands playing with the lanyard. She glanced at it quickly. It had her picture and her information. In the picture, her eyes were closed. ... ... Umm... Where the hell did he get her information to register? Her skin suddenly crawled and a shiver ran up her spine. What the HELL was he up to? =_=" "Hey Matrim? When was this picture taken?" =_=" She turned accusing eyes up to him. "Am I... sleeping... in this?" The bouncer in front of her shifted uncomfortably, trying not to listen, but still TOTALLY listening.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 17, 2009 16:35:49 GMT -8
"Oh, ya, sounds good. It's... new. Really, really new." She said and he nodded. He started to say something to the bouncer but then she interrupted, "Hey Matrim? When was this picture taken?"
"Uhhh, don't re--"
"Am I... sleeping... in this?"
It was as if the two men just tensed up. And Matrim fumbled to explain, "Uhh no actually what happened was that I--"
*DING*
Oh Thank God....
"If you'll follow me," The man said as he stepped off the elevator, the doors closing behind them once they got off of it, "As you already know from what Mr. Jenson told you, a majority of the fighters stay up in the VIP lounge, but almost none of them bet. And the reason for this is because you get paid for winning fights. The amount you win is equal to that of 5% of the money that was placed on you to win for the particular fight. Once a fighter loses they are requested to either stay in the VIP lounge to bet, or if they do not bet they are requested to at least stay off of the first floor where all the fighting takes place so that we don't have any.... unfortunate accidents should there be a grudge."
Sounds like these guys have had something like that happen before.....
"That being said, enjoy your time. You'll be notified twenty minutes before you are scheduled to be out on the dance floor for a fight, betting takes place over there, and there are refreshments on the house."
"Yeah... thanks...." Matrim said, and would turn towards Sara, "Okay but I had to do it while your asleep or else it would have ruined the surprise! You know how hard it was to try and find a picture of you? So I had to take one with my Cell."
Matrim looked over at the table.... and then he pointed, "I think that makes up for it....."
Everything from Crab Legs to Shrimp Cocktail to really nice garlic bread and Lobsters, and.... oh gosh, Matrim was only looking at one of the tables at the time, there were three more. One with tons of fruits and vegetables for Salads or just pick up fruit to eat, another one with cocktail weenies and various other cheaper things, and the other with samples of different and really good cheeses. Matrim was hungry but knew he couldn't fill up quite yet, "Try not to eat to much in the later rounds since our fights will come sooner and sooner, but if you're hungry... grab something now...."
Matrim grabbed a water bottle, and a plate before deciding on what he wanted....
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 18, 2009 15:04:24 GMT -8
*DING*
Bugger... She look she sent him said it all. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do, but for now, she would drop this. They could work it out in their fight. Which now, she knew damn well, she would definitely make it to, if only so she could fight him =_="
"If you'll follow me..."
She followed them out of the elevator, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked around the room. Her eyes scanned the tables of food and quickly moved on as her stomach flipped again. She focused back on Matrim, but as she stared at his back, she couldn't help but smile. Maybe what he had done was a little sweet. She was still going to beat the shit out of him for it. This time, she listened to the guy talking. He wasn't talking numbers, much, so it had to actually be rules this time.
"so that we don't have any.... unfortunate accidents should there be a grudge."
Every time he said something like, she seemed to get more and more antsy. Sara was finding it was antsy in a good way though. Sort of. She just... wanted to start this already. This was going to be a long night, and she was excited, and nervous, and anxious. She wanted to move, to do something.
As the guy left, Matrim turned back to Sara and her face settled back into its glare as she watched him. "I don't want to hear it, you're going to get it when we get home." She tried to add a hint of joke to her voice to tell him she wasn't THAT mad. However, they were going to have to have a talk about his... "creeper" tendencies. First he tracks her down, breaks into her home, walks right into her bathroom, burns down her home... =_= She was also missing a few pairs of panties to.
"I think that makes up for it....."
She turned her gaze back to the table. The food did look good, but she wondered if she would be able to keep anything down.
"Try not to eat to much in the later rounds since our fights will come sooner and sooner, but if you're hungry... grab something now...."
"Ok... I'm just gunna grab something quick and get a seat." She followed him to the tables and grabbed a plate and drink for herself. She scanned the tables for something she wanted, but couldn't make up her mind. She stepped forward and just put random things on her plate and then found a place to sit and wait for Matrim. There was one thing on her mind that was probably making this all worse. She decided to ask him, and get it off her chest. She might feel a lot better after, and actually be able to keep something down.
She picked up some sort of little fruit off her plate. It almost looked like a grape, but she hadn't even seen a grape that looked like that before. She popped it in her mouth and chewed it slowly. Wasn't that bad. Kinda good actually. And it made her feel a little better.
Once Matrim had sat down with her, she would turn to him, her expression unsure of herself. "Matrim... What if I don't win?" Feeling embarrassed, she dropped her gaze and started to play with the food on her plate.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 18, 2009 16:39:33 GMT -8
"Ok... I'm just gunna grab something quick and get a seat." She said, and he decided on grabbing a bunch of different fruits and vegetables, as well as a few grab legs and some butter. He went and found a seat quickly, and Sara sat next to him, and she felt a bit embarrassed and he wondered if it was because of her photo or something, which he apparently was going to have to pay her back for, but instead asked him something else, "Matrim... What if I don't win?"
"Then we lost a thousand bucks, no big deal. But don't worry, you won't lose, not here. These fighters are into grappling. They are mostly strength, the lot of them, and not a single one of them has done Qi training with me and survived, let alone come out with nothing more than a handprint scar. So don't worry, kay? Tonight's about having fun and enjoying ourselves with a fun challenge," Matrim said, "Either way it's not always about winning you know."
He smiled, as he looked up he saw someone walk up, "Ms. Quinn," a lady with her brown hair tied back in a bun, glasses, and a southern bell accent said. Leaning over in her long brown skirt, and brown jacket, a white shirt underneath that, unbuttoned to show what little cleavage the woman could produce, "My name's Victoria Jensen, I'm gonna be your escort for the evenin'. Now if ya'll don't mind I'd like to take you to show you the ladies locker room, you're fights gonna start in about twenty minutes and I want to make sure you're all ready. Oh, look at that, you already visited the locker room it seems, now if you'll just come with me."
Matrim nearly laughed that she thought Sara was in full workout gear, the woman was obviously a stuck up upper class woman. What she was doing as an escort was beyond Matrim. Maybe she was just used to upper class people and it rubbed off on her, either way Matrim said, "Go ahead, remember what I taught you, and remember what I said outside!"
Matrim went up to the betting table, "One thousand on Sara Quinn to win," He said, giving him the betting card. The guy slid it through the reader and handed it back, "Thanks."
He walked back to the window that looked down on the fighting arena which was more like a disco dance floor, the floor was made up of large square lights, bulletproof glass it looked like, maybe it was just a really nice plastic or soemthing. Either way you could see the lights underneath clearly. Strobe lights and the sounds of a large crowd filled the air as two fighters were finishing up a round. Through the glass Matrim watched however, the sound had been dulled.
I can't wait to get out there......
~Meanwhile, waiting for Sara~
Strength: 50 Dexterity: 25 Constitution: 50 Intelligence: 15 Wisdom: 5 Charisma: 5
Taking a smoke outside the front of the building, Geoff took his last drag, tossing the butt into the parking lot before turning and heading toward the entrance.
"ID?"
"It's me Jackson," He said, getting a little annoyed.
"Ahh didn't see it was you Geoff, was busy lookin at the clipboard, get in there your fights about to start...." He said. Geoff went in and walked through the crowd, making his way toward the front. He never stayed up with the rich types, they weren't too happy with him up there since he got a little carried away over somebody skipping ahead of him and taking the last lobster a week back. Ever since he's been asked to stay down with the crowd which suited him just fine. He got up into the ring, and walked into it, waiting for his opponent.
"Hey, you! Announcer, who the fuck am I fighting?"
"Sara Quinn!" The announcer shouted out to him, his hand covering the mic so he didn't announce it to the entire place.
"A fucking girl.... I don't want to hit a fucking girl.... even if I am getting paid. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to if I want to win this thing."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 19, 2009 12:23:56 GMT -8
"Either way it's not always about winning you know."OK, so she felt a little better but still... A thousand dollars? Wait... Where the hell was she getting a thousand dollars? " She was about to ask him how the betting worked and where the hell she was supposed to have gotten a thousand from when she heard her name. "Ms. Quinn.. "My name's Victoria Jensen, I'm gonna be your escort for the evenin'. Now if ya'll don't mind I'd like to take you to show you the ladies locker room, you're fights gonna start in about twenty minutes and I want to make sure you're all ready. Oh, look at that, you already visited the locker room it seems, now if you'll just come with me.".... =_=" Could she just kill this bitch right off? Screw everything else, just let Sara tear her damn head off. She knew Matrim was laughing at her inside. She wanted to shoot the both of them. "Go ahead, remember what I taught you, and remember what I said outside!"Sara nodded, her nerves coming back and hitting her full force again. She swallowed back a smart ass response and stood, following the lady back to the elevators. "So... Do you get many girls in this tournament?" She asked the lady as the elevator doors slid open. They stepped in and the lady let out a small laugh. "Some, but not many. And none quite so... No offense, but tiny." Sara flicked her gaze up to the woman's face, an absolute look of loathing on her face. "None taken," Sara replied. "So you're going to be with me all night right?" "Yes, you're stuck with me for the rest of the night." She laughed again. As they reached the bottom, Sara pulled off her shirt, handing it to the woman. The look on her face was priceless, and worth it. It was a look of shock and realization. Sara gave her a quick smirk, and handed her the shirt as the doors opened. "Hold that for me then will you? And don't bother going anywhere, this won't take long." She gestured for Ms. Jensen to lead the way. Following The lady, she was led out onto the dance floor, a path parted by bouncers and security. The noise was deafening. Out of the corner of her eye, Sara could see the people look at her and being to laugh, and knew it was because they didn't think she could do this. They came up on the ring, a slightly elevated piece of dance floor. No rails, no guards, just people surrounding it. "I won't bother asking if you're ready," the lady said, looking down at her concerned. She seemed to genuinely be worried. "There's no going back now." Sara simply nodded and stepped up onto the stage. Not wasting any time, she quickly got into a stance, hoping he would mimic it. Her left foot leading, fists slightly raised in front of her and lightly clenched. ~Sara's Stats~
Strength: 42 Dexterity: 62 Constitution: 62 Intelligence: 60 Wisdom: 60 Charisma: 17
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Strength: 50 Dexterity: 25 Constitution: 50 Intelligence: 15 Wisdom: 5 Charisma: 5
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 19, 2009 13:23:13 GMT -8
"Jesus titty fucking christ... HEY ANNOUNCER! Get this kid off of the stage!" The man yelled, not even laughing since he was completely serious.
"That's your opponent Geoff, have fun."
"You're fucking kidding me! Fine......"
The announcer then got on the Mic itself, and began to do his jobs.......
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Fight Fans of all ages according to your fake ID's! Now would you please give it up for GEOFFRY THOMAS! That's right folks, it's the man himself, and after last month he's looking for some revenge! His win record stands at 6 wins, 8 losses and one double knock out! That's right folks he's just under fifty percent now, and that means it's 10 to 1 to bet on him! And in this corner, we got ourselves a cute little newcomer, this brave little toasterette is SARA QUINN!"
On the big TV's around the stadium pictures of each fighter would be displayed on the side they were by, Sara's pic being that of the one where she's asleep, Geoff of one where he's smoking, but looks pissed off at the Cameraman as he's reaching out to grab the lens.
"Alright bitch, listen up... I don't wanna hit you, you don't want me hittin you, so why don't you give up.... or better yet...... GET THE FUCK OFFA MY STAGE!" He charged at her aiming to lower his body, he would stomp down hard on his left foot, his right arm pulled back he would put a lot of weight and momentum into that fist, aiming for her gut and to try and send her off of the ring. Which didn't mean she'd lose, but it'd probably hurt like hell to get punched like that only to be thrown back onto the stage by the crowd.
Hmm... She's got an easier opponent.... that guys moving slow, and what the fuck is he trying to do?
Matrim looked up to see another man by him, "Can I help you?"
"May I be of service to you, sir?"
"I asked first...."
"My apologies, let me clarify. I am your escort. My name is Thomas C. Wesson," The man in the tux said. He looked like a young butler, or perhaps just somebody who would sell you an engagement ring.
"Right... what's the deal with getting thrown out of the ring? What happens?"
"The crowd picks you up and throws you back in, sir..."
"Doesn't sound so bad...."
"But if one of the crowd be betting on the other person.... or most of them... they'll get in their own cheap shots while you're out of the ring. Fighters often come back into the ring in twice as bad as the shape they left it in."
"Oh...."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 20, 2009 12:39:39 GMT -8
Sara ignored the announcer, and tried her absolute hardest to ignore the picture that flashed on the big screen. She was going to KILL Matrim for that. She tilted her head up slightly, hoping he could see the DEATH GLARE she was sending him from the stage. Her opponent didn't scare her. Not at all. Just from looking at him she could tell he was going to be a pushover. The first match at least, was all hers. "Alright bitch, listen up... I don't wanna hit you, you don't want me hittin you, so why don't you give up.... or better yet...... GET THE FUCK OFFA MY STAGE!"... o.o ... ohhhrly? The sick smile touched her lips as he charged her. Maybe this would be funner then she thought. She readied herself for when he got close enough. As soon as he planted his foot, his right arm ready to uppercut into her gut, her left foot, already leading, slid slightly further out, and her right foot followed, taking her body out of his path before he would be able to change his position and making it so she would be facing the outside of his right arm. As she moved, her right hand would grab onto his right fist, pulling downward and attempting to slow his punch and straighten his arm. Her left hand would move to his right shoulder, holding him still. Then her knee would slam upward into the elbow of his arm, attempting to break it. If it all went well, she would step back, looking at her handiwork with a feeling of accomplishment. She just hoped he knew when to back down. She would hate to have to break his other arm.... >_>" OK, maybe she wouldn't mind, but... >3> He should know when he was beat. Make this simple.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 20, 2009 13:05:42 GMT -8
She pulled his arm, she was fast, and slammed her knee into his elbow. It pinched something inside, not quite breaking but definitely busting his elbow a bit, it felt as though she had hit his funny bone. She stepped back and he groaned a bit as he felt his right arm go a bit out of commission, he'd have to shake this off in order to continue on to the next round. he got up, trying to bend his arm felt awkward so he kept it down, "Fucking cheap little bitch.... What you got some kind of metal there in your knee or something?"
He laughed a little, "People are always cheating in this, finding some way to win without fighting. It's all just cheap bullshit...." He would snap out his left hand, reaching out to grab her by both strands of her tank top to pull her into a headbutt. After which he would let go and attempt to back hand fist her across her left cheek, (imagine a back handed slap except with a fist).
Matrim leaned back not even looking at the fight.
"Aren't you worried about the fight sir?"
"The fights over, Sara won already...."
"The other fighter is---"
"Nah, he's right. Fight's been over since the first hit, need to watch a little more closely," A large man said, Matrim turned to look at the guy who stood at 6'6", muscle bound, and wearing a hoody and jeans.
"Oh? And who are you?"
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