Blood Sport - Barak vs Bane (Gladiatorial Test Match)

[Barak]

@[member="Bane"]
(OCC: yes it's fine I would have liked the fight to go longer but it's fine)

Barak was strong but the big tank was stronger with a hundred more pound's compared to barak. The shrapnel had also injured him. The mandolorian had been wounded, But overall his dominance had been proven in the beginning, of this fight. Barak tried to block as he felt the oxygen leaving him, Blocking barak's punch, barak knew his arm would probably be broken but his enemies hand would need more surgery to take out the beskar in his hand. It was over he blacked out.

 

[Bane]

@[member="Barak"] @[member="Popo"]
(OCC: match over )

Bane punched the choked out human, but not where he wanted to, the big , bulky , muscular mandolorian struck his arm. With a crack loud enough for the entire audience his hand was just as damaged. The duel was over and he waited for judgment . Bane had been victorious but heavily injured. Mainly his right fist.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

yea @[member="Bane"]

 

[Popo]

Popo had watched the fight with little interest. A fighter was victorious and it seemed to be the Mandalorian. Betting odds had gone more and more in favor for Bane as the fight had progressed, though the payout would be less the more the Mandalorian had gotten the upper hand. Those who bet before the fight, or at the fight's onset, would see a higher profit. Those that had bet on the other fighter, Barak, would see a complete loss.

"We have a winner, ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer boomed to the cheering crowd. "Barak is down for the count! Bane stands victorious!"

The holoscreens showed Bane where he stood in the arena as the tickertape below him read 'Victorious'. The Mandalorian would see a share of the bet winnings and could even receive sponsorship from companies who wished to advertise within the arena or from those who desired their personal 'stable' of gladiators. Suddenly, the holos switched from slow motion replays of the key moments of the match to Popo the Hutt sitting in his armor upon his cushion atop his balcony. It was time to determine if Barak lived or died.

The stadium went quiet. The sudden silence was just as deafening as the cheers and jeers and shouting from mere moments before. Popo very carefully and slowly raised his hand level with his shoulder and left it there, his fingers curled into a fist. The immense Hutt held it there, letting the suspense build. Letting the tension grow. The crowd waited with bated breath. Would he condemn Barak to death? Would he let the vanquished live? What was the decision?

Slowly, carefully, Popo let his thumb stick up, but kept his fist horizontal. He let the tension build a minute more, the holoscreens very visible to everyone in the arena, including the combatants. With great patience and precision, the Shell Hutt rotated his hand and thumb... Barak would live to fight another day and the crowd roared and cheered, if at all possible, louder than before.

@[member="Barak"] @[member="Bane"]