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

[geniustheveil]

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.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

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.

[geniustheveil]

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.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

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.

[geniustheveil]

[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.]

Cute icon!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

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

[geniustheveil]

[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.]