Character
Nar Shaddaa - A little after Midnight local - The Ram Jam Fight Bar & Entertainment Lounge
Rax leaned over, snorting into the bucket presented as the club went wild. He didn't look so hot. Bruised and bloodied, sweating like a racehorse, and his lip was clearly split from the bare-knuckle boxing he had been doing for the last nine minutes. With three-minute rounds, the start of the fourth was coming up now. He was something of a phenom within this area, practically undefeated, other than the dives he had taken. Tonight, wasn't a dive however, just a run on. The club's manager would let Rax get away with murder with how much credits he had made him. Even considering Rax absolutely hated throwing fights. Letting some punk welt on him to make the show look good just wasn't his deal. That being said, he wasn't exactly someone that needed to much attention. A runaway Sith from a collapsed empire, he just wanted to eat and maybe... Maybe, have a shot at a regular life. Hell, he even had a girlfriend now.
He glanced over to her in the crowd, noting her worried expression, and would offer her a bloody smile in return. She knew he hated it when she looked at him like that. Always worrying about him. Admittedly, he hadn't even told her his true nature. The Sith part of him was a secret. Lest he be hunted down by Jedi Shadows again. They were particularly tricky to lose once they found you, and having killed a pair only a few years ago, there was a chance he was still sought after by them. Which was where the Ram Jam came into play. The place was seedy, but for most the residents of Nar Shaddaa, if you wanted to see grown men beat the life out of each other and get a decent drink at the same time... This was the best show in town.
And R-Tee was the main attraction. He came up with the nickname as a play on his own. And while most anyone wouldn't know the name Tremira. There was one woman who might find it suspiciously similar to her own. He came up with it as a teenager, and didn't have much time to really give it thought, he thought he did decently though.
'Good Kid, huh? One more round man, give me one more minute, then you take his fethin head off, hear me? Huh, hear me Rax?'
He peered around the man at his opponent, a Twi'lek that was just as ripped as he was, if not a little meatier. He was a damn dinner, as far as Rax was concerned, but he just couldn't eat it yet.
'YO, YOU LISTENING TO ME?'
His green hues snapped onto his pal, blinking a few times though his eye was slightly swollen up. By the Force he hated having to do it this way, but he was good at pain. Dishing, and receiving. It just made sense for him.
"One minute, Drop him... I hear you!"
He yelled back, playing into the game with this man. This was his fourth opponent for the night. Each one raised the pot, and therefore his take home if he could win. Though as aforementioned he didn't pick who he beat. He just dropped them when Nona Chen said so, the Toydarian offered Rax some water, which he swished around in his mouth before spitting it into a bucket, popping in his mouth guard he would stand and maintain his corner until the bell rung. And he was back at it again.
He danced around with the Twi'lek, just trying to avoid the overpowered heavy blows the Twi'lek was intent on hitting him with. Maintaining some spacing. The hardest thing about this was always making sure he didn't finish it too quick. And the occasional shot that slipped his notice and hit him unawares. Those were the ones that knocked you out. Though with the training he had received in his life, the shots of his opponents might as well have been delivered with hands wrapped in bubble-wrap or something. Another heavy shot hit him in his temple, causing what felt like light to flash in his eye. And suddenly he was against the ropes, the Twi'lek went to town, and Rax ate a shot that winded him briefly, making him cage up and simply defend.
Being unable to see his corner, as another shot rocked him, he realized he didn't know when he needed to hit his opponent, slipping out from the ropes and loosing pent breath. Once he could see his corner, he glanced over, spotting the Toydarian clapping his hands rapidly, fingers rolling over one another. Was that it? That was it...
As his opponent approached again, he went suddenly on the offensive, growling out as he fired two uppercuts to his stomach. Sharp 'Oouus, ouuus' audible from him as he chose not to hold back. The energy in the place exploded as he suddenly went from being a moving punching bag to beating the daylights out of the Twi'lek. Letting some of his hatred seep into his shots, but having to remember he couldn't just kill the man out here... Force knew he wouldn't mind it though.
Only a few more moments would pass before the Twi'Lek had fallen, and Nona Chen had again swindled some poor out of towners out of their credits. This was the game you see, no man in their right mind would fight someone built like Rax unless they put in that level of work as well and were confident in themselves. Hence the consecutive fights. The more they went, Nona claimed he needed more money in the pot, after all Rax was taking a risk right? Except he wasn't. Nona didn't know the full reason why, but he did know the kid was tough as nails.
A minute and fifteen seconds into the first round, Rax had knocked the Twi'lek not only unconscious, but out of the ring, raising his hands in victory and flexing his muscles. Briefly he turned and winked at the girl he was dating, eliciting a smile from her, and a shake of her head. Returning to his corner.
'One more kid? We've got twenty-six large for the night, well you know.. Twenty percent for me. Got one more in you or you done?'
Rax let the corner fix up his wounds, looking out curiously into the crowd, then turning to Nona with a confident double-nod.
"One more, then I'm done."
He said, as Nona flew off to get on the microphone, seeing if he could get anyone else to challenge the champion, R-Tee. His bet after this many matches? The purse? Thirteen Thousand, literally half of all the credits they had swindled tonight. Rax leaned his head back in the ring, right against the corner post. Not really paying attention to who was around him just then. Whoever it was, would just be another victim to the game.
Alina Tremiru
Rax leaned over, snorting into the bucket presented as the club went wild. He didn't look so hot. Bruised and bloodied, sweating like a racehorse, and his lip was clearly split from the bare-knuckle boxing he had been doing for the last nine minutes. With three-minute rounds, the start of the fourth was coming up now. He was something of a phenom within this area, practically undefeated, other than the dives he had taken. Tonight, wasn't a dive however, just a run on. The club's manager would let Rax get away with murder with how much credits he had made him. Even considering Rax absolutely hated throwing fights. Letting some punk welt on him to make the show look good just wasn't his deal. That being said, he wasn't exactly someone that needed to much attention. A runaway Sith from a collapsed empire, he just wanted to eat and maybe... Maybe, have a shot at a regular life. Hell, he even had a girlfriend now.
He glanced over to her in the crowd, noting her worried expression, and would offer her a bloody smile in return. She knew he hated it when she looked at him like that. Always worrying about him. Admittedly, he hadn't even told her his true nature. The Sith part of him was a secret. Lest he be hunted down by Jedi Shadows again. They were particularly tricky to lose once they found you, and having killed a pair only a few years ago, there was a chance he was still sought after by them. Which was where the Ram Jam came into play. The place was seedy, but for most the residents of Nar Shaddaa, if you wanted to see grown men beat the life out of each other and get a decent drink at the same time... This was the best show in town.
And R-Tee was the main attraction. He came up with the nickname as a play on his own. And while most anyone wouldn't know the name Tremira. There was one woman who might find it suspiciously similar to her own. He came up with it as a teenager, and didn't have much time to really give it thought, he thought he did decently though.
'Good Kid, huh? One more round man, give me one more minute, then you take his fethin head off, hear me? Huh, hear me Rax?'
He peered around the man at his opponent, a Twi'lek that was just as ripped as he was, if not a little meatier. He was a damn dinner, as far as Rax was concerned, but he just couldn't eat it yet.
'YO, YOU LISTENING TO ME?'
His green hues snapped onto his pal, blinking a few times though his eye was slightly swollen up. By the Force he hated having to do it this way, but he was good at pain. Dishing, and receiving. It just made sense for him.
"One minute, Drop him... I hear you!"
He yelled back, playing into the game with this man. This was his fourth opponent for the night. Each one raised the pot, and therefore his take home if he could win. Though as aforementioned he didn't pick who he beat. He just dropped them when Nona Chen said so, the Toydarian offered Rax some water, which he swished around in his mouth before spitting it into a bucket, popping in his mouth guard he would stand and maintain his corner until the bell rung. And he was back at it again.
He danced around with the Twi'lek, just trying to avoid the overpowered heavy blows the Twi'lek was intent on hitting him with. Maintaining some spacing. The hardest thing about this was always making sure he didn't finish it too quick. And the occasional shot that slipped his notice and hit him unawares. Those were the ones that knocked you out. Though with the training he had received in his life, the shots of his opponents might as well have been delivered with hands wrapped in bubble-wrap or something. Another heavy shot hit him in his temple, causing what felt like light to flash in his eye. And suddenly he was against the ropes, the Twi'lek went to town, and Rax ate a shot that winded him briefly, making him cage up and simply defend.
Being unable to see his corner, as another shot rocked him, he realized he didn't know when he needed to hit his opponent, slipping out from the ropes and loosing pent breath. Once he could see his corner, he glanced over, spotting the Toydarian clapping his hands rapidly, fingers rolling over one another. Was that it? That was it...
As his opponent approached again, he went suddenly on the offensive, growling out as he fired two uppercuts to his stomach. Sharp 'Oouus, ouuus' audible from him as he chose not to hold back. The energy in the place exploded as he suddenly went from being a moving punching bag to beating the daylights out of the Twi'lek. Letting some of his hatred seep into his shots, but having to remember he couldn't just kill the man out here... Force knew he wouldn't mind it though.
Only a few more moments would pass before the Twi'Lek had fallen, and Nona Chen had again swindled some poor out of towners out of their credits. This was the game you see, no man in their right mind would fight someone built like Rax unless they put in that level of work as well and were confident in themselves. Hence the consecutive fights. The more they went, Nona claimed he needed more money in the pot, after all Rax was taking a risk right? Except he wasn't. Nona didn't know the full reason why, but he did know the kid was tough as nails.
A minute and fifteen seconds into the first round, Rax had knocked the Twi'lek not only unconscious, but out of the ring, raising his hands in victory and flexing his muscles. Briefly he turned and winked at the girl he was dating, eliciting a smile from her, and a shake of her head. Returning to his corner.
'One more kid? We've got twenty-six large for the night, well you know.. Twenty percent for me. Got one more in you or you done?'
Rax let the corner fix up his wounds, looking out curiously into the crowd, then turning to Nona with a confident double-nod.
"One more, then I'm done."
He said, as Nona flew off to get on the microphone, seeing if he could get anyone else to challenge the champion, R-Tee. His bet after this many matches? The purse? Thirteen Thousand, literally half of all the credits they had swindled tonight. Rax leaned his head back in the ring, right against the corner post. Not really paying attention to who was around him just then. Whoever it was, would just be another victim to the game.
Alina Tremiru
