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Luceti Championship Title Bout [Backdated to the afternoon]

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!)

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With his back pressed to the ropes, it seemed as if Luffy had no strategy and was simply inviting Mac to rack up some points. He took the bait - and with arms pumping like pistons, the boxer whipped out a hook, a cross, and a jab at his opponent in rapid succession, feeling as if he were pummeling a wall as they were stiffly blocked. A little winded from the effort, he caught onto Luffy’s intentions at last - and held off from attacking further, meaning to recover.

Luffy didn’t care about the points. Actually, he probably didn’t even know there WAS points in this kind of thing. He figured the only way to win in boxing was the sameway he won in his first and last boxing match up: a KO. So he let Mac get his punches in in-exchange for a small breather. The punches still hurt quite a bit, and would continue to sting for quite a while. But Luffy ignored it. He thought the boxer would keep swinging and throwing punches until he was exhausted like he was. But unfortunately Mac was too smart to take such obvious bait.

All wasn’t lost though. When he seen Mac back up he decided that this was the opportune moment to strike. He wouldn’t let him have the opportunity to breathe now. Just like the one he himself was denied earlier. But he’s not going to just throw more jabs and hooks and punches. Instead he is dashing towards Mac at full speed. And once he’s caught up to him he’s going to bend down slightly and go in for the strongest uppercut he can manage.

Yes. Luffy is starting with an uppercut.

The kid felt his pulse quicken sharply, echoing hard in the hollows of his body when he saw Luffy lunge for him, his glove arcing through the air in adrenaline-induced slow motion – but by then, it was already too late. Pain detonated behind his eyes as the uppercut smashed savagely into his chin and rocked his skull. There wasn’t much of a chance to register the effects; a switch in his brain flicked off and on a split-second afterwards and he went reeling backwards… managing only a couple of steps before his legs spontaneously gave out. He toppled to the mat, blood pounding against his eardrums.

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A faint groan issued from his clenched teeth.

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With his head was still spinning, he doggedly propped himself up on an elbow. His heart was drumming too hard, too fast.

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Then, climbing to his knees- -

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- - he groped for the ropes and struggled to haul himself up the rest of the way, a shudder rippling through his groin as he tensed and pushed up off his left foot. His legs trembled for a moment like wet noodles as he rose to his full height.

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He was up, by God, he was up, groggy and swaying slightly.

The bell had never sounded sweeter.

One second. He was literally one second away from being knocked out. Luffy was pretty sure he had won it until somehow Mac managed to stumble to his feet. It surprised the now afro’d boy at first, but eventually a grin appears on his face. If that last uppercut didn’t get him counted out, he was going to have to go in harder the next round. He would get a full knock out on him. That was his goal before this was over.

[Ami is there with a gentle, soft word while Mac has a moment between bouts.]

You've been doing well. You came back despite everything in that round. Keep going!

[He sinks over his stool and leans back against the turnbuckle, heaving a breath after shutting his eyes a brief moment. An imperceptible nod is given in response.] ...Thanks. [Sniffing, he instinctively wipes at his nose and face with his forearm.]

[Boxers can take hard hits, she knows that; but it still bothers her to see him this beat up.]

Do you need anything before the next round? [She has a cup of water she's already handing him.]

[So accustomed to Doc anticipating his needs and quickly attending to them to save time, it felt a little strange to have to tell her what he wanted. He cracks open his eyes when he feels the cup pressing gently against his chin and drinks carefully, swishing it around a little and tasting the coppery tang of blood. He then motions to the spit-bucket with one of his gloves. It won't be too pretty, but then again, neither is watching two guys pummel each other to a pulp.]

[Ami is used to things not being pretty. The operating room certainly never was. She brings the bucket without complaint.]

[And he gratefully spits into it, thick, blood-tinged saliva hitting the bottom.] Ugh. Could y'pass me a lil' more a' that water? Jus' a bit. If I drink too much, I'm gonna get cramps.

[She doesn't wince as she takes the bucket away and brings the water.]

After this fight, let me heal all the injuries.

[He permits himself a small sip, considering his answer.]

'ppreciate it. [An attempt to smile makes him wince a little on account of his torn lip.] Heh. This is probably gonna sound real weird t'you, but... if I win, then bein' all fixed up real quick ain't gonna make feel like I really earned it. All the times I lost as an amateur, I remembered real good what happens if you ain't at the top a' your game an' y'don' keep movin' in the ring. That pain makes y'work that much harder. [Pausing, he takes a moment to catch some of his breath.] I take the good an' the bad. It's what I do. It's what this sport's all about. Takin' punches an' movin' forward, dealin' with it, an' gettin' better too.

'sides. I ain't in real bad shape. I mean, if I broke five ribs or m'jaw or somethin', okay, that's kind of a diff'rent story. [He laughs a little.] If it makes ya feel better, I'll letchya know how I feel t'morrow.

Mac... Even back home, you had your injuries cleaned and bandaged, didn't you? I think it's better if you make sure to take care of them. Otherwise, they may not heal properly, and then what about next time? [Fret, fret.]

Oh... yeah, I'm okay with that stuff. Sorry, thought you was talkin' 'bout usin' some a' that magic a' yours on me. Like, that time when I was at the clinic, you said somethin' 'bout magic, I think. I'll take it easy, y'know? Rest up a few days, eat good, all that stuff.

I do mean magic. I don't think it's wrong to use, especially if it can prevent worse or long-term injuries that will require longer recovery time.

I hear ya, Ami. [His gaze shifted towards the referee.] Got about ten seconds, so... jus' wish me a lil' luck, yeah? [He smiles, charged with adrenaline and determination.] It's gonna be okay.

[Ami flashes Mac a bright smile.]

Good luck to you! Fight your best.

[It's still a bit unnerving to be here as a fight doctor, but she can hardly let the injuries go untreated and... it's Mac's dream. She won't stand in the way of that.]

[He bumps his gloves together, willing himself to be ready.] You got it.

[If she were a bolder girl, she could know what to say, like 'win for me!' or 'let's have pizza to celebrate after you win!' but she can't put herself forward like that. Instead, she gives a quick nod and, despite a lingering worry, tries to send him off on that positive note.]

This will be your round. Fight! [Yes, that would be her own little linguistic joke; the word is used as an encouraging cheer back home.]

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