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

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Y'jus'... kind a' do. [He chuckles, aware it was a lame explanation.] Y'do or y'go down. Doc an' I'd do some endurance trainin', but sometimes no matter how much y'prepare, some guy hits ya at the right spot an' at the right time, an' BAM! That's what happened at the end a' the second round. I got pretty lucky with the bell.

[thatmadbastard]

[Guy blinks at the sound effects, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. His lighter is out, and he fumbles with grabbing a box of matches from his coat instead.]

Say nothing of luck; you fought well and had a deserved win. Is there something we should be doing about those injuries of yours?

[He gestures with the hand that is not rummaging around to the whole of poor Mac's body.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Ami had a look at me; ain't sure if y'know her, but she was my cut doctor durin' the fight. She wants t'use magic on me t'make everythin' right, an'... I know it probably ain't gonna make no sense t'nobody, but... winnin' or losin' don't got the same...

[He smacks his fist into his palm.]

Uh, iunno what's the word for it. [Damn inarticulacy.] But I wouldn't feel like I really earned this if I wasn't achin'. Don' get me wrong, I ain't one a' those people who get off on pain or nothin'. Like I was sayin' t'her, if I'd a' lost, it would a' really made me think 'bout what I did wrong, where I was leavin' m'self open, an' get me tryin' t'get better. D'ya know what I mean?

Anyway... it's okay. Jus' gotta lay off m'right side when I go t'sleep. It's hurtin' a lil'. [He rubs at it ruefully.] Say, do y'wanna go get somethin' t'drink?

[thatmadbastard]

[Guy listens intently, striking the match and holding it to light his smoke. He's been gasping for one.]

Very valiant! As for a drink, you didn't need to even ask. Lead the way?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Well, there's a vendin' machine upstairs, but m'guessin' you ain't much f'pop, huh. [A knowing smile.] You okay with headin' t'Seventh Heaven or somethin'? Don' hurt none t'get a lil' air an' a walk in, I'm thinkin'. 'sides, if y'wanna eat a lil' somethin', they got real awesome food there. [So he has told just about everyone, hah.]

[thatmadbastard]

Nothing wrong with mixing! [Yes, well, he has his leanings toward liquor.]

You must be hungry. Let's go there, shall we?

OOC

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Should we move this to appointments, a log, or just carry on in here? :3]

[thatmadbastard]

[Continued here]