Luceti Championship Title Bout [Backdated to the afternoon]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Who: LUFFY, LITTLE MAC, and YOU~
What: The long-anticipated mother of boxing matches, baby. Details here.
When: Today, in the afternoon.
Where: Battle Dome
Summary: Two strapping young lads beating the crap out of each other while people mingle and bet and have a jolly good time! Again, feel free to have your characters discuss things not relating to the match and catch up with friends (or say hello to strangers!) when popping in.
Rating: PG for mentions of blood.


What better way to enjoy the afternoon than to watch a good old fashioned beat-down in a holographic ring? Please, feel free to place bets on the winner, take a seat in the simulation room itself or the Viewing Area, chitchat with the person next to you, and have fun!



(ooc: The match is now complete, at three rounds long!)

Comments

Mac, of course!

[tailasoldastime]

[Still getting over the intensity of that fight, Beast will be moving over to a spot obvious enough for Mac to see (not that he doesn't stand out anyway). But as soon as his friend has recovered enough to talk, he will not hesitate to call over once Mac spots him.]

Mac! You won!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Not long after being tended to and replenishing some lost fluid, he is greeted by Beast, his bruised, weary face brightening.

He's got a bloodied wad of tissue stuffed up one nostril and strips of medical tape sealing cuts over his face, and yet he couldn't look happier if he tried.] Man, it got real close back there at the end a' the second round. Phew!

[tailasoldastime]

[He can't help but make a bit of a face at Mac's condition... ugh, that must be painful.] Y-y-yes... you... y-you r-really a-alright...?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Yeah, no worries! I mean, m'really gonna feel it all t'morrow, but... this ain't nothin' new. It's what boxin's all about - takin' hits an' movin' on, y'know?

1/2

[tailasoldastime]

[He hesitates... he knows he definitely wouldn't want what Mac seems to have, but... he says it's alright, and this is what he does.] I-I see.

[tailasoldastime]

[And now he remembers.] Oh, uh, thank you for the cape! [He wanted to wear it to the match, but he was late enough already forgot at the last minute.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh yeah! [He beams.] So y'like it? I thought it was real fancy an' black looks good on everybody, too. Felt like high-quality stuff t'me.

[tailasoldastime]

I do! I-I've never had anything like it! [It took him a while to untangle that chain with his claws, but he doesn't care! Capes are his fashion.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

There was only one jus' like it so m'real glad it's big enough for ya.

[tailasoldastime]

It is! Thank you.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

No prob'm, big guy! [He means that in a playful, amiable way, of course.] It was y'birthday, after all. [A pause.] An'... thanks f'showin' up t'day, by the way. Really 'ppreciate it.

[tailasoldastime]

[He frowns at first at the "big guy" comment, but then forgets about it at the next topic and gives that smile again.] You're welcome. I-I hadn't been... s-seen a "match" before.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Well, y'did now! ...Didjya like it? [A hopeful look.] I mean, it ain't like watchin' fireworks or somethin', but I feel like that was a pretty excitin' fight.

[tailasoldastime]

It... I-I did. [He means, he wouldn't want to do himself, but...] I-I learned a lot.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[His smile broadens a little.] M'guessin' y'maybe thinkin' I'm a lil' crazy t'do somethin' like that. An' maybe y'right. But I love it, y'know? It's jus'... it's my thing. It's what I do best. [Too bad Doc isn't here to celebrate...]

[tailasoldastime]

[He nods - he has been told by many that everyone has their own... their own...

Uh oh, Beast is looking down. This is reminding him of more personal matters.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Mac catches on to the shift in mood, which perhaps is a little surprising.] Hey... what's the matter? [Was it something he said?]

[tailasoldastime]

[He was about to instinctively respond with a "Nothing," before he realised that Mac is ahead of him... maybe he can help.]

I... I-I don't know wh-what...

... Wh-what my own... f-fate... is.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Your fate...? [Knitting his brows, he shakes his head slightly, his searching eyes never leaving Beast's face.] ...Whaddya talkin' about?

[tailasoldastime]

M-my... m-my purpose. I-I... don't know what it is.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

What's all this about? [This talk's getting heavy, man.] ...I don' get it.

[tailasoldastime]

I... [Oh no, is this bothering him? He didn't mean to bother him, he's trying to...] ... I-I'm sorry, I just...

... Y-you talking about how much you love wh-what you do... y-you say it's your thing... a-and it...

... I-I remembered th-that I... d-don't have that... th-th... th-that's all. [He feels a little bad bringing it up now.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

What? ...Nah, man, everybody has somethin' they're good at! It's jus' a matter a' figurin' out what it is.

[tailasoldastime]

Y-you sure... "everybody"? [Even monsters?]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Yeah! Why the hell not? That's jus' how it is.