First Reply Keldooine Fight-Night

[Urgot Snirrt]

Keldooine, the Drunken Nerf Cantina​

There was nothing like Open Cage Night at the Drunken Nerf, most places needed signups and sponsorships and other complicated, useless, contract-y stuff before you got to hit someone for money. But the Nerf let anyone who was willing step into the cantina's central brawling cage with nothing more than a few credits into the pot, there was something magical about that. Urgot, for his part, was having the time of his life in the ring, he had is Aqualish opponent in a suffocating headlock and was repeatedly smashing him in his big, toothy face with a free hand. He was still bleeding a bit from his snout where the thug got a good hit in, but this scrawny little punk was no match for a real Gamorrean warrior. He kept hammering his opponent until the Aqualish went slack in his grip, and he dropped the unconscious mass to the floor with no special care before turning to the crowd and bellowing like an animal. The scum and villainy in the audience went wild, some cheering, some shouting curses, all creating a cacophony of howling energy.

"And down goes Girkal! What a display by this big, burly, beast of a Gamorrean!" The announcer, a human in a flashy suit and slicked-back hair, stepped out into the ring as a pair of bouncers grabbed the Aqualish and dragged him out by the heels. "With that knockout, the winning pot has jumped to a whopping 5,000 credits! Is that enough to get someone in this ring to take on this bruiser? Just 500 up front, and you can test your mettle in the ring and walk away with 20 times what you put in!"

"Another, bring me another!" Urgot shouted over the chaos. He'd just gotten his blood pumping and he was not about to go home after a few measly little brawls like this.

"Who among you has the guts to step into the ring with tonight's reigning champion?" The announcer called out to the audience. The cantina fell silent, eager to see who would step up next.

Spoiler: The Rules

This is a first-come, first-serve friendly PVP cage match between Urgot and anyone who is interested. Standard PVP rules apply, no armor, weapons, or other techs allowed, hand to hand only. First to get knocked down loses, but I'd be happy to keep the rp going after someone loses.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Wearing: X (without the gloves)
Tag: Urgot Snirrt

As the room went silent there was only the noise of a few footsteps. Approaching the cage figure in a flashy hoodie and matching pants spoke. “Maybe I should be a little worried over what happened to the last guy, but I’d like to think I can give our big green friend here the fun he’s looking for.” Raising his head up, the shadow concealing it revealed Cyran’t pink features. He had a cocky looking grin on his face. Clearly eager to put on a show.

Pulling out from the big front pocket of his hoodie Cyran flashed a 500 credit chip with two fingers. “Make sure this gets to the pot will ya please.” With a dexterous movement he flicked the money over to the announcer. He presented himself with an aura of swagger as he moved into the cage. Being checked as he did to make sure he wasn’t bringing in any equipment that would aid him. Cyran was confident enough in himself and his skills. Years of diligent training and conditioning should keep him in the fight. His physique was concealed, and hidden behind the baggy pink clothes he had on that matched his skin.

Approaching the Gamorrean, Cyran looked up into their eyes and held up his hand. “May the best fighter win…” He said looking to respect the brute before him with a hand shake. Even in a seedy place like this, there was always room for sportsmanship.

 

[Urgot Snirrt]

Urgot was more than happy to see a contender enter the ring with him, even if his clothes seemed too shiny for a place like this, and he didn't smell like a dirty street tough, too sweet. Still, he looked big enough to put up a fight, and far be it from Urgot to pass up on a fight, so he had no problem squaring up to his hooded opponent. The announcer, however, looked less than optimistic about the latest challenger's odds, even as he took the ante from him.

"You're funeral, pal." The announcer muttered to Cyran as he passed him by and shut the cage behind him before turning to the crowd for a little hype work. "It looks like we've got a new challenger, folks! Don't let his looks fool you, no one gets this far into Hutt space without knowing how to hold their own!"

Urgot met the stranger's eyes, stepped, forward, and took his hand in a firm shake. Sportsmanlike conduct was a rare thing in Hutt space, and Urgot was pleased to meet someone who started a fight with something other than spitting.

"Fight well." He grunted a response in Gamorrese, although without his translator on he doubted the message was understood, not many spoke the noble tongue of Gamorr.

"Alright you two, I wanna see a rough, dirty fight, we all came here tonight for a show, and I wanna give these people their money's worth!" The announcer called out, causing the crowd to roar in response. "Take a step back, and when you hear the gong come out swinging!"

Urgot took his step back, raised his fists, and after a few seconds of mounting tension the gong was struck, he stepped forward and threw a wild left hook straight at man's face.

Cyran Vaas

 

[Hex]

Location: Watching a fight
Objective: Watch a fight, maybe have a fight too
Tag: Cyran Vaas Urgot Snirrt


Equipment:

• ap-25i SIMP pistol
• 'confetti' Rocket launcher
• Party Poppers (4 explosive, 1 gas)
• Dancer repulsor board
• Cheap datapad

Spoiler: Hex dialogue colors

Poor Hex hears voices in her head

Hex speech to others
..Hex speech to herself..

Hexes inner voices
..Neutral..
..Doubt..
..Anger..
Coloured "....." are also words that Hex can hear , but I decided not to write them to reduce clutter

If it is confusing or need it to tone down a bit drop me a dm.

"Bust his face in pig man!" shouted the blue haired girl from the edge off the cage as she rattled the metal to get the attention of the champ. Hex was told to lay low for a bit since the corpsec killings so she bought herself a little and went exploring, ending up in Hutt space, seemed as good a place as any right now. Give it a week and she would head back to Denon. She pulled up her holocam and took a snap, action shot mode of a tooth in flight... Nice.

She loaded up her cryptnet and turned her back to the cage before pulling a finger gun and snapping a selfie. She sent the shot to a couple of her friends, Daiya and Hilal Vizsla with a fun #wishyouwerehere!!. Then she slipped the device back into her waistband next to her blaster.

Urgot Snirrt Was taking in the new challenger, Cyran Vaas next, and the fight was on.

"...dont we know that one? Should we cheer for him?..."
Hex cocked her head and observed the new competitor, "...maybe, from denon perhaps? We'll keep cheering piggy for now though..."

She rattled the cage again and tried to get Urgots attention "piledrive him!" she cackled wildly as she watched, loving the action, and kind of tempted to get in on it herself. She looked over at the man taking entrants.

"Whats the price to have a pop at the champ?" the man at the entrance barely looked at her but told her the buy in. Hex heard another patron behind her make a derogatory scoff. She just turned at him and widened her eyes as if to say "what?"

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Wearing: X
Tags: Urgot Snirrt | Hex

After they shook and the announcer started their announcement Cyran stepped back into his corner. Doing some last second stretches and a few quick hops to warm up. He didn’t wanna start out this fight by pulling a muscle. After which he eyed Urgot from their corner and raised his fists as well.

Taking a few deep breaths his attention began to narrow completely on his opponent across from him. Cutting out the cheering crowd as it felt like the world went quiet with focus until the sound of the gong rang through the room and the action began.

The big green fella did well to take the initiative. Cyran was a little unfamiliar going against opponents with overwhelming strength. Even if he did block the oncoming punch it would still hurt a whole lot. However, things didn’t even go that well for him. Instead the side of his face took the powerful hit. Knocking him back Cyran stumbled back against the wall of the cage. Gritting his teeth he felt his world get thoroughly rocked.

If it wasn’t for all the training his wife put him through for becoming more of a mandalorian he probably would be greatly regretting his decision to get in the ring. But he couldn’t just lean back and likely continued to get pummeled. Eyeing the Gamorrian, Cyran instantly responded by rushing him. Holding his arms up some and getting in really close to try any reach advantage they had for being bigger. Cyran shifted his torso and arms to try and slam his elbow into the side of their face.

 

[Urgot Snirrt]

Urgot hadn't actually expected to catch his opponent with that first swing, but he wasn't about to complain about the sweet feeling of face beneath his fist. As the man reeled back, Urgot advanced forward and prepared a swing from the other side as the crowd, particularly a blue-haired woman, screamed their approval at his performance. With the man already reeling, the last thing Urgot expected was for his second haymaker to be intercepted, and for his opponent to press in close and catch him in the side of the head with an elbow.

The surprise blow was far more stunning than painful, the horns of a Gamorrean boar weren't for decoration, they were designed to take knocks to the skull and keep going, so with his enemy so close Urgot shifted his blocked arm and his free arm to try and pull his foe into a crushing bear hug.

Hex Cyran Vaas

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Tags: Urgot Snirrt | Hex

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Cyran was glad that his elbow blow connected with the gamorrean. But they quickly countered with a mauver of their own. Being caught off guard by the sudden embrace the zeltron found it rather perplexing. But soon realized that they were trying to crush him.

He struggled in their arms for a bit. Cyran felt that one of his arms was stuck below and couldn’t do much as he squirmed to try and get out. However there was no way for him to brute force his way out. “Ack!” He exclaimed it began to hurt and become harder to breathe. His legs dangled below not able to get any good footing. He needed to think fast, lest his back gets blown out. Cyran couldn’t let that happen, his wife would kill him, and that fear made him spring into action. Sure the green brute was scary in their own way. But now I like pissing off his significant other.

With his free arm Cyran went in for a counter grapple. Shifting his frame some to the side and reaching around their head and neck to try and dig his shoulder and bicep under the jaw of the big headed alien. He tried his best to press into them and squeeze. Flexing his arm to cut off air and blood flow in their neck. Suddenly turning their brutal hugging into an endurance race to see who could wear out first. The gamorrean had a head start advantage but Cyran was going for a more critical and vulnerable area.