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[Diodoros]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Tag: Domina Prime | Jonyna Si | OPEN

Behind the scenes Diodoro’s handlers had contracted him out to a sports event. Hoping to capitalize on his natural ability to heal from just about any injury. Which will aid in the spectacle since they can be more rough with him compared to the other competitors. He was almost ready for his entrance where he was getting a final briefing. Being informed that he was supposed to lose this match. He didn’t like the idea of intentionally losing but they said that everyone already knows that it’s scripted so it wouldn’t really harm his reputation.

However, what they forgot to explain to Diodoros was that he was supposed to be playing the role of the ‘Heel’, the villain that nobody was supposed to root for.

He listened to the announcer call and began to introduce him. Seemingly coming up with some accomplishments for the character he was supposed to be playing. Listing off feats that he has never done and were honestly less impressive sounding than what he really did for a living. Making him out to sound like some brutal corporate attack dog. But soon enough he heard his queue to enter.

“Now without further ado, coming from the Corporate Sector, give it up for! Fools Gold!” With that Diodoros finally revealed himself in all of his golden glory. A bright stage light reflecting his rippling physique as he flexed for the audience. Wearing nothing except some white form fitting briefs and matching boots. Not to mention a thick fake mustache to “hide” his identity. But instead of hearing inspiring cheers he was crushed under an avalanche of deafening boos. Turning his confident grin into more of a sad frown as he finally approached the ring. Wondering why everyone was booing him. Maybe it was his ‘minimal attire’ that they didn’t like? When he got into the ring he noticed a few other colorful characters as well. Unsure if that was everyone or if there was going to be some others joining as well.

OOC: This a basically just a pro wrestling event. Wanna play a competitor? A rabid fan/spectator? A shady gambler making bets on the match on the match? A referee? All valid roles. Just remember, this is a sporting event, not a war. Also no weapons/overt force powers (telekinesis, mind tricks ect.) are allowed. Only folding chairs and ladders ​

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Nar Shaddaa
Tags: Diodoros , Open

outfit​

Rayne hated that she was back on Nar Shaddaa. She didn't really have a choice though. A strange string of circumstances found herself in the debt of a Jawa kingpin for some ungodly reason, and she didn't really have the resources to fight back. The Jawa gave a few options for her to repay this debt, which sort of increased in stupidity. They seemed like a weird peddler, trying to launch various shady commodities and franchises for one reason for another. All she had to do was come to this dumb cage match and hand out energy drinks, some really nasty stuff that was somehow selling like crazy.

So a ridiculous neon sign was strapped to the young Twi'lek's head, like one of those wiener hats worn at concession stands but infinitely worse. The Jawa, who for some reason didn't have a team of people with him at all, barked all kinds of profanities at her, gave her a tray, and shoved her out into the seating area.

The scrapper sighed, hanging her head, reluctantly getting to paying off her debt. It was weird that this supposed kingpin didn't have any goons here, but maybe they were just hidden out in the crowd.

Her heterochromatic gaze fixated on one of the fighters, however, and her face flushed up. It was the golden guy, far less dressed than last time they had met. Did he even understand the basics of public decency? The Twi'lek sharply averted her eyes, not wanting to be upset any further by the sight, and continued to hand out the stupid drinks.

Very stupid drinks. The Jawa had forced her to try it, and it tasted terrible. Who would buy these?

It didn't matter. She just needed to hand them all out and get out of dodge.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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The Announcer had to pause as the lights started going out one by one. Smoke filled the ramp as a low chime filled the arena. The chime of a bell. The Echo of doom rang through, before a guitar backed it, and a single spotlight shone down on a lone figure as her music blasted.


While her helping of the capture of Domina Prime had been a success on her part, Jonyna Si had always been one of empathy. Any hero should be, she figured. Domina, at the end of the day, was practically a child. Keeping her prisoner within the halls of the Jedi temple was a bit too cruel for her tastes. So she made a deal with the mando, or former mando if she played her cards right. She'd take Dima out occasionally for 'fun times', and then they'd return no questions asked.

And when the Cathar found out there was an open exhibition match on Nar Shadda? There wasn't a question to be asked. Wrestling had always been one of those things Jonyna didn't talk about as part of her interests. It was under the list of things she watched alongside cheesy holoshows and vibing to albums long before her time.

And of course...

Jonyna never did anything half way.

"INTRODUCING!" The announcer called out, as Jonyna, under her costumed persona, took her first slow step towards the ring. "The Predator of the Outer Rim, The Hero of Ryloth, the FIRESTARTER HERSELF! ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL TIIIIIIGRE!"

The Cathar walked slowly, allowing her music to speak for herself. The blasting of guitars alongside the ringing of a bell. The verse of a man who's voice was of sandpaper, but as the chorus slowly crawled closer, the figure stopped, pointing twin two finger pistols at the ring, before finally pulling the trigger as the words rang out.

HELLS BELLS!

In sync with the music, her pistols 'fired', causing the ringposts to fire off a set of fireworks, alongside a huge set back at the beginning of the ramp, the stadium filling with a ruby glow before 'El Tigre' finally jumped onto the ring, discarding the hood and revealing a masked figure who then discarded her jacket, crawling under the ropes and ready to join the fight, waiting for a bell.

Now she just had to wait for whatever spectacle Domina Prime would bring, or whatever opponents she had coming.