Fisticuffs

[Lucien Cordel]

Nal Hutta, the city of grime a cesspit of scum and villainy. The planet was know as little coruscant, fitting then that it should be home to a little mans crowning jewel. "Knee capped" a seedy bar on a seedy street surrounded by pleasure houses.Vex was small, people overlooked him. But as a wise drunk once told him small men can cast large shadows and Vex's shadow stretched the length of the street and he hoped to see it stretch further. Knee capped was a bar that sold cheap drinks to scum drenched people the corners were dark the people darker. One could find all manner of intoxicants for sale here and most nights men were carried out blooded.

Vex waddled in a women on each arm ... well figuratively of course , being so small he could only hold their hands, He strode past the bar and down the steps into the basement.A hologram of an odds board was projected on the back wall. A raised platform sat in the centre of the room. It was fight night Vex made money from women and drunks but he also made money from blood. A gauntlet would take place two fighters would step up and fight the victor would stay on to fight again, the process would continue until Vex got bored and crowned a winner or until no challengers stepped forth to usurp the champion.

Tyrion took a position on his chair, it was much too tall for him and his legs dangled above the ground. His courtesans sat at his feet.His mercenaries were positioned to stop any skirmishes not part of his prize fight his book keepers in position.Now all he needed were fighters.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

*Regor walked into the basemen, looking at the little man from behind the visor of his helmet, "so he is in chars here, better keep an eye open", he thougt.* (also awesome to see a Tyrion around.)
@[member="Vex Tythion "]

 

[Christian Slade]

He'd already agreed to start the night off, which might not have been the wisest thing, but he wasn't there for the money or women, and certainly popularity made no difference to him. He just wanted to be given good drinks, and fight until he couldn't stand any longer. It was a little something he'd do every so often to take the edge off, and it worked wonders for the little stress he harbored.

Walking out into the ring, Christian finished up wrapping his right arm, tucking the last loop of wrapping and tying it tight against his arm. He stopped and stood there, his lean form waiting as the other man stepped into the ring with him, the hollowed basement echoing the cheers of the spectators as Christian pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over the edge of the cage.

Raising his hands, Christian meandered slowly out into the ring, swaying back and forth, rocking he shoulders as he did. He watched the man carefully, and was surprised by his speed as he threw a stiff punch that struck him right on the chin, his lip splitting in the process. His head bobbed back and then fell back forwards, his long brown hair swaying back and then forth again along with the momentum. Reaching up, he gently pressed his lip and looked down at the blood on it, the bridge of his nose wrinkling as he became a bit angry. He wasn't ready for that shot, but he was certainly ready now.

Diving at the man, Christian threw his shoulder into his gut, wrapped his arms around his waist and stepped past the man. Then, in one motion, Christian picked him up with ease, swung him overhead and slammed him into the ground on the other side, his head popping the lackluster pad they had provided for the ring they were fighting in. He then sprawled on top of the stunned and began striking him in the face time after time after time until his arms and legs fell limp.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Vex applauded as the unlucky opponent went Limp. Two mercs came to drag the limp body out of the ring and a scantily clad member of staff handed Christian a drink. Vex lent forward and begin to speak his voice carrying through the small room "Well done Mr.Slade you remain in. For all you newcomers here are the rules #1 two fighters at a time fighting outside of the ring will lead to broken teeth #2 The champion stays on until he or she is bested #3 fights are over when someone goes limp or yields Now without further ado lets begin, who will step up to take on our champion" The crowd began to murmur and Vex sent his companions off the first was sent to bring him wine and the second sent to place a bet on Christian winning again.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor moved, closer to vex, using the riled up crowd to stay hidden* @[member="Vex Tythion "]@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian swayed back and forth for a moment, stretching his ribs and his shoulders. He was still tight, and the first guy hadn't lasted long enough to get him loosened up. As he did, though, he was greeted with a glass of whiskey sent by the short man he knew to be holding the event of his own resources.

He then watched as a young woman approached him, offering him some water. She'd been given to him as his corner made, to make sure that he had everything he needed between rounds. As she reached up with the water, however, Christian swatted it away and pointed back to the corner, which set her on her heels, and back she went to take up her post in his corner.

After taking the glass, Christian stared down into the light brown color and could smell that it was whiskey, something he was quite fond of. Looking up from the glass, he caught eyes with the Vex, the man who'd organized the event, and nodded his head towards him in appreciation knowing it had come from him, not to mention the man's compliment was appreciated.

Gulping down the glass, Christian tossed the glass over his shoulder, drew his forearm across his mouth and wiped what liquid remained onto already bloodied hand and arm wraps. He then turned and walked back across the ring after the girl to his corner as another, larger man stepped into the ring after him, bald headed and with a menacing scowl on his, scarred face.

The man wasted no time, either. As the gate was shut, he darted across the ring, rushing at Christian like a bull. Knowing he could have moved was comforting, but he hadn't come there to show off. He'd come there to work out some tension and get drunk. What fun would it be to put him down before anyone could have any fun anyway?

Barreling into Christian and slamming him into the cage, Christian was surprised at the man's strength when he wrapped his arms around his waist. Slowly Christian was lifted off his feet, despite the fact that he was raining down shots into the man's ribs and spine. Each time he connected he could hear the man grunt in pan, and physically he could tell the man's muscles and grip were loosening up, but then things got interesting...

"POW!", his breath left him, his head spun for a moment, and his body relaxed ever so slightly. The next moment, as the man began to try and sprawl on top of him, Christian came rushing back to himself and realized what was going on. Without hesitation, he threw his head upwards, performing a full body crunch as he did, and slammed his forehead into the top of the other man's head, splitting his skin to the bone about 3 inches across.

The man roared in pain and rocked backwards, holding his bleeding skull, which gave Christian all he needed. Not once, not twice, but three times Christian threw his right elbow into the man's left side, colliding with the man's ribs in the same spot. Each time he struck him, the man leaned over further in that direction just a bit, growing weaker and weaker to that side that he could barely hold himself up. Finally, on the third blow, a loud snap rushed through the room as a number of ribs shattered, and the man, no longer having the breath to wail any longer, fell from his mount on top of Christian and collided with the mat, his entire left side too broken to hold himself up.

He struggled against the mat with his right arm, pushing against it to try and get himself to his back so that he wasn't laying on his left side any longer, which was surging with pain. Finally, his comrades came to pull him over to his back, though he still struggled to breathe.

As he watched, Christian slowly leaned forwards and pulled himself to his feet, taking one deep breath before letting his chest fall and relax again. He then turned and faced the crowd, his golden eyes mostly watching Vex as he stood there glistening with sweat from head to toe, torn, tattered and bloodied wraps hanging from his arms as he waited for the next opponent.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Vex watched the fight like a kid in a candy shop. The blood was exciting but the risk was palpable he had put a lot of money on Christian. He was perched on the edge of his seat each crunch and gash threatened to send him to the floor. He was positively breathless as the man fell to the floor.

Vex looked over to the fallen giant "Yield big man?" he smirked , watching big men get hurt was his favorite thing besides women and alcohol. Vex grinned as the large man was dragged away. He had just made a considerable amount of money, the crowd it appeared had just lost money.Vex gestured one of the serving girls over and pressed a small bottle into her hand "More whisky for our champion" He said just a little loudly. The girl nodded she knew what to do.The bottle contained a stimulant aimed to make one faster and more aware.

Vex had yet to see the trooper but it was time for a new challenger "Any of you wish to take on Mr.Slade, as an added incentive fighters get free whisky" The crowd murmured as people began to push their friends to try.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Christian Slade"] | @Vex Tythion

It was Hannibal's turn to bat. The Fondorian, uncharacteristically without his signature mask and shirtless to boot, entered the small fighting pad. His right hand was covered in hand-wraps, as any sane person would do when engaging in this kind of activity. For his left hand, protection would be unnecessary. The majority of the crowd regarded Hannibal as a hairless dude with a robot arm. The few observers that recognized the Repulse-hand for what it was were, understandably, alarmed. The Repulse-hand was no ordinary cybernetic prosthetic. It certainly looked suspicious- far more industrial-looking than other bare cybernetics. Most people also had their prosthetics covered in synthskin, but looks were never a concern for those who had such a brutish, garish weapon grafted to them, such as Hannibal. There weren't even sensory endings in the device. If it were ever severed or damaged, Hannibal would feel nothing.

Hannibal rolled his shoulders, Hi-Sense cybernetic eyes relentlessly scanning the man who had already beaten up two men who were probably bigger than he was. He opened and closed his cybernetic right hand, and gave the numerous miniature repulsorlifts that covered it a test fire. The roar of the device and the visible disturbance it had created in the air around it elicited a bigger reaction from the crowd. It was considerably rare to see such a device out in the open like this, largely because it was illegal in most civilized space.

Outlawing it was silly, in Hannibal's opinion. Because then only outlaws would hold such a weapon. Whatever. It was hardly of his concern now. Nal Hutta was not a place for law enforcement, especially not in a crime den like this. Hannibal stood at the ready, watching his opponent with a malignant smirk.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian had been smaller than the last fighter, but he was between the first fighter and the last he'd bested as far as weight was concerned. He stood just over seven feet and appeared lean, though he was in his peak physical condition, he was still very lean for his broad shoulders and long body. He rang in at 257 lbs, and though that last man had written him off as a thin little weakling, he certainly was not and had proven that by breaking the man halfway through their first round.

Taking the bottle from the young woman who'd been sent by Vex, Christian unscrewed the cap and downed the whiskey in a few large gulps. Leaning his head back forward and throwing the bottle over the edge of the ring, Christian burped lightly to let any excess air out of his system. A moment later, he noticed the surge of energy that rushed through his body, filling his veins with fire. His eyes grew a little wide as he realized that this had either been the best whiskey he'd ever had, or Vex had chosen him to be his champion.

As the half droid of a man entered the ring, Christian walked our from his corner and squared off with him at the opposite side of the ring, his hands hanging limply at his side, tatters of wrappings dangling from his bloodied fists. As he waited, and watched the man carefully with those golden eyes of his, Christian sucked in his bottom lip, rolling his tongue over it. He then swathed his tongue across the inner parts of his mouth that had been cut.

The next moment, Christian looked away from Hannibal and spat out a gob of mucus and blood that darted through the cage and collided with the ground, causing a few of the spectators to back away making sure not to get hit. He then turned those intense eyes back on his opponent, his interest falling to his arm. He knew exactly what it was, mainly because he'd developed his own model of repulse limbs when he was a younger man. He'd created a pair of arms, and one leg for a client who to that day wore them like they were his very own.

His only problem with this opponent would be those eyes, and that arm he had. He knew better than to write that arm off, because it could grant him the strength of ten men. Thankfully, Christian had the force on his side, and, as was said... anything goes.

At the opposite end of the ring, Christian turned his left shoulder towards Hannibal, taking a typical stance, and put up his fists, a smirk hiding behind them.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor, walked up to vex, his hand at his gun just in case* "Heard you were in charse here."
@[member="Vex Tythion "]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

Hannibal put up his dukes and promptly advanced, wasting no time now that his opponent was ready. Normally he probably would have rushed in and tried to drop kick the guy while he was spitting mucus and blood everywhere. However, he suspected the dwarf up on the fancy chair would appreciate a lengthier, "fair" fight. As fair as it could get when the challenger had a robot arm and eyes, of course. Hannibal hopped slightly in place, constantly shifting weight from his left to right foot. He had heard this phrase somewhere before. Float like butterfly, sting like bee or something like that. This was how it worked, right? Truthfully, Hannibal wasn't too well-versed in the arts of unarmed combat. He was a brawler, plain and simple.

Whatever the case, the stupid bouncing was to be more a distraction than anything else. Hannibal came in close, and fired up the repulsorlifts in his right hand. He didn't go for a right-hook to the face, though. That would be expected. Besides, with this hand, that would be lethal. No killing here. Instead Hannibal placed his punch for a gut-shot, with enough force behind it to wind his opponent and send him flying off his feet.

 

[Christian Slade]

As soon as he saw the repulsorlifts fire, Christian let the force flow through his body for but an instant. The added boost from whatever Vex had put in his whiskey didn't hurt either, but when Christian moved, he was a blur. He stepped to the side, his left hand coming down and gently directing the fist past him into the direction Christian had been standing.

In the same motion, Christian stepped forwards and torqued his midsection as he threw his elbow across his body in the direction of Hannibal's head. If he'd still been just the simple flesh and blood he was before, he may have been able to put up a fight and last a little while with the cyborg, but he was more than met the eye being a Sith. The force strengthened his body in many ways that were far superior to mere men.

His muscles were stronger, and tighter. His movements were quicker and his reactions more swift. His senses were heightened and his stamina was unheard of.

If the half machine man had anything up his sleeve, he'd need to use it all to get through a Master of the dark side.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

In the blink of an eye, Hannibal's quarry was gone and his fist sailed through empty space. Before he could even begin to process this development, he felt something slam into the side of his head. Hannibal stumbled over to the side, reactive to the blow. His vision fogged and stars danced across his eyes. Funny how that still happened even with cybernetic eyes. This guy was much, much faster than he could have ever anticipated.

Despite the force of the blow and the searing pain, Hannibal kept his footing as best he could. He straightened himself up, clutching his head with both hands and backing away from his opponent. He needed to get away from this guy, probably stay on the defensive. Hannibal now figured his chances would be better reacting to oncoming punches.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian watched carefully as his opponent staggered away from him. His blow had landed, and now the cyborg understood just what his opponent was capable of. He was sure the half man half droid had done his research and watched his prior two fights, but Christian hadn't relied on anything more than his own, uninfluenced strength before. Now he'd seen it fit to employ the use of the force, something that the Cyborg couldn't have been ready for.

Still, Christian didn't smirk, laugh or showboat after the effective counter to the man's advance. Instead, he kept his composure, respected his opponent and kept in mind that anything could happen, especially with an enhanced being like this one.

Slowly Christian's shoulders swayed from side to side as he slowly stalked Hannibal across the ring, but, he'd already seen his boxing, so why not switch it up a bit?

Every so slightly, step by step, Christian's stance began to change in the smallest ways. His fists were now much closer together, his shoulders pulled up and his head tucked down into his neck a bit more. He also switched his footing, his right leg coming forwards, and each time he stepped towards Hannibal his right leg cocked up, his shin dangling in front of his midsection for protection.

Finally closing the distance between them, Christian raised his right leg again, just as he had each time he moved to reposition closer to the opponent. This time, however, he didn't take another step. This time he threw his body forwards with his left leg, extending his right leg out, the base of his foot aimed for the man's solar plexus in a forward kick.

 

[Wicker]

Wicker watched from the edge o the bar, it was exciting, it made him bloodthirsty. He knew what he had to do, Wicker was going to fight this man next.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Vex watched the two fight. Christain had better not Lose Vex had a lot of money on Christian he leant back in the chair swilling the wine in his glass around and keeping his eyes locked on the fight. Sometimes Vex used to dream of fighting like that ... it was safe to say he didn't dream about those things any more.Placing the glass back down he moved his gaze down to the women he had rented for the night. He patted his knee and one climbed up to sit on it . "Well aren't you something?" He said to the women with a smile. He was just about to kiss her when he was interrupted by a trooper.

"Heard you were in charse here."

"You heard correct tin man, now what do you want I'm busy ?" he sneered drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. He disliked the people who used his bars and they definitely did themselves no favours by interrupting his intimate time. He sat glaring daggers at the trooper waiting for an answer whilst contemplating how many broken bones to order the trooper to suffer perhaps six.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

The minute differences in the man's stance would have gone unnoticed to most, but most people hadn't had their eyes plucked out of their heads and replaced with machines. Hannibal's retinas twitched noticeably as his cybernetic eyes focused and refocused on the steadily approaching opponent. Purely based on the movement of his foe, Hannibal wagered a guess that the man was going to try and kick him. That was good. Hannibal had an answer for that. The cyborg readied himself as Slade approached, angling himself a certain way.

As expected, his opponent launched a kick square for his chest with his right leg- Hannibal's left. Hannibal quickly slid to one side, attempting to hook Slade's outstretched foot in a crook between his left arm and his body. If it worked, Hannibal's opponent would be stuck with his leg outstretched. Not for very long, though. In that same moment, seeing as his opponent would likely waste no time trying to free himself from the grapple, Hannibal's Repulse-hand roared back to life and promptly flew for Slade's chest. Another gut punch.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

You can go back to Thad soon, this wont take long, I got a business proposal fore you" *he hold his finger on the trigger of his dc-17, feeling uneasy* @[member="Vex Tythion "]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian was surprised at the Cyborg's speed in being able to avoid his kick. As his leg sank into the fence behind him, Christian was further alarmed when the enhanced being wrapped his arm around his leg to keep him in place. He'd gotten himself caught, and now he was vulnerable. Now there was only one thing to do, and that was take the shot the best one could when they'd gotten caught.

The repulsor boosted the metal fist at christian with blistering power behind it. It was all Christian could do to throw up both hands, palms up, and thrust back in the Cyborg's direction to cushion the blow as much as possible. Power against power, two opposing forces set against one another. That was his logic, and it actually did do a great deal to cushion the blow, but it didn't stop the shot from slamming into Christian's hands, which then popped him in the chest and sent him reeling backwards and falling to a knee.

It was there he caught his breath, the wind leaving him for but a moment. It didn't feel good, but he'd had worse, and it could have been much worse had he not reacted the way he had.

Slowly Christian rose after a few moments passed. He stood there for a moment, looking around the ring and knowing that the round was about to end. There would be no point in going after the half machine man again. Not with only seconds left to go.

"Ding!"

He was right, and the round had ended shortly there after, and as he slowly turned to walk to his corner he slowly drew a smile across his face, throwing his head back in a gesture to his opponent as if to say, "good shot, but I'm still here..."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"Speak tin man this women charge by the hour" He said harshly. His patience was growing thin and he wanted to watch his fight. However he had to admit that he had never heard a proposal from a man in tin clothing before and the idea did hold some merit and that was the only reason he hadn't had the trooper beaten up yet.
He was also trying to think of a way to give Christian an edge, Perhaps more drugs ... Perhaps a distraction or a set up.The options were endless and he would chose one of them a little later.