Private Mad Sam: Beyond Thunderdome

[Fillion Orville]

Location: Lyran IV, Thunderdome


When Fill had offered to investigate a string of human traffickers going in and out of Jedi Space, he didn't think he would end up in this situation. "Hey, pretty boy, you're up. Get on it there." The slave master ordered, cracking his whip as the padawan slowly got to his feet and was practically pushed out of his tent and towards what looked like a large metal cage. "Right, so I think this is a misunderstanding. You see, the whole 'I'm a jedi' thing is just a con, I'm not actually a jedi. Would a jedi be th-" A solid smack to the back of Fill's head shut him up, as one of his escorts piped up. "Shut up." Wincing and rubbing the new bump on the back of his head, being the suave padawan he was, Fill decided that maybe if he played it cool, this would all work out in the end; he was again, horribly wrong. "Right, so I'm not actually going to fight in-" Another smack silenced him, as this time a rifle got him in the back, this time it actually hurt. "Ow!" "We said shut up, you go in there and fight, you win you get paid and go free, you lose and you die. Simple as that boy." The man with the whip spoke, as if this was all just some misunderstanding. He could see a group of people up ahead, a large crowd with what looked like spot lights set up onto land speeders. It looked like a Huttball event that was about to take place here, and Fill was now a tad concerned about the rules of this 'game' he was about to play a part in. He didn't even have his blaster on him now, nor his iconic trench coat; he was most certainly at a loss, and right now this royally sucked. A small bit of concern throbbed in his chest, but he paid it no mind, just looking to the rest of the folks that came into picture as he drew nearer.

He had be told that Lyran IV was a smugglers safe haven, but right now it looked like a prime place for illegal cage matches and all sorts of immoral acts; none of which were going to look good on his report to the jedi council once he was done. Seeing the cage structure, he made out the sign that was posted above a roughly welded door 'Thunder Dome'. Well, that was a cheeky name. Several armed guards stood outside the perimeter, keeping the locals at bay as they hurled insults to the strapping padawan, but he paid them no mind; after all, you can only be called a 'nerf herder' so many times before it losses meaning. The slave driver opened up the door, to which the man behind Fill began to shove him into the cage. "Lovely place you have here." He muttered, only to feel his escort from behind violently shove him, sending him sprawling onto the blood caked sand within. Before Fill could try to rise and bolt out of the door, it was already shut, and one of the guards shoved an electro-pike through the bars, driving the padawan back. "Jeeze, come on guys, come down a little." He reasoned, before stepping back and pacing around the inside of the cage. He was trying to figure out how exactly he was going to get out of this without killing someone, but his captors weren't exactly making it easy on him. "Bring forth the champion!" Someone cried out, as a loud 'pop' filled the sky, triggering a mass of fireworks, as based on what Fill was hearing, his challenger was making their way to him. "Please don't be a Gen'dai, please don't be a Gen'dai." He prayed silently to himself, nervously pacing as he tried desperately to work out an escape plan.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

If Matt ever found out about this little record of hers, he'd probably kick her ass himself. The Thunder Dome was something she learned about early on when she got out of Underworld. And even before that she heard all about it from the scum that made their way through there. When she had something troubling her or felt suicidal, she paid it a visit. To see that her record was still not beaten after months of not visiting was a surprise. One that would help to get a nice pot of creds on her side.

She was outside of the Dome, tying some bandages to her hands and hyping herself up with some punches and stretches. She heard the crowd going wild and the faint protests of whoever she was going to fight. She always almost felt bad for the ones that didn't volunteer. The slaves, victims of kidnapping and other poor souls that would get their skulls kicked in. She finished up by tying her hair in a ball and chugging a few mouthfuls of hard liquor before nodding to the guard by the gate. As she stepped in she cracked her knuckles and her neck...then raised an eyebrow at the pretty boy staring back at her. She scoffed and smirked as the crowd went wild around them, giving the well known chant of the Thunder Dome.

"Two men enter! One man leaves!"
"Two men enter! One man leaves!"
"Two men enter! One man leaves!"

She glanced back at him and made sure the wrappings around her knuckles were tightened properly. "You're out of place! Don't worry, I'll try to leave your face alone!" she called out to him over the ruckus around them. He didn't look like much, but Sam learned from a young age never to underestimate someone. This guy might just be the one to break her record...though he'd better watch his back if he does. With the amount of credits riding on this fight, Sam wasn't about to lose now...

Fillion Orville

 

[Fillion Orville]

As the chants began to grow, Fill felt a sinking feeling in his gut, as the guards seemed to relax and people began to crawl onto the top of the cage, slamming tools and theirs hands against the bars. The chant grew louder and stronger, as the smuggler stopped in his tracks and shoved his hands into his pockets. He had a plan forming as he scanned the idiots looking down at him, though the chant still echoed on:

Spoiler: Chant

To his relief a woman was allowed into the cage, her hands wrapped up, her stance and posture gave signs that she was going to be a problem; he had been in enough bar fights to tell by now. Kicking the sand at her words, Fill glanced down, then over to the woman, as he pulled his hands out of his pockets. He knew how to throw hands, but this woman looked built for cage fighting. There was no real way to beat her hand to hand, no conventionally at least. He kept a defensive posture, his eyes fixated on a very loosely secured stun baton that dangled from high above, then lingered back to her. "That's mighty fine of you ma'am, but I'm not looking to tussle. Just want my ship, my blaster, and I'll be on my way." His voice had a calming tone to it, which absolutely clashes against the blood cries that surrounded the pair. "I'm going to guess that's not allowed here?" He asked, his hands held outward to show he wasn't looking to throw down. She was probably going to mistake him for being weak, but he didn't care. That wasn't his mission, and if she was in his wheelhouse well....there was no need to get ahead of himself. This wasn't personal after all, it was just buisness. He was going to have to take some punishment before getting that baton, only way to manage it without the guards jumping in to stop him. Then again, was there even a chance of getting out of this alive? Unlikely, but that was his life story up til now. Fill got ready, hoping he could last long enough to find an opening and leave.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

Sam chuckled and shrugged at his comment. "I just want my reward money. You see the problem here?" she quipped casually. He gestured to the baton hanging closeby on the cage. She gave a quick glance before looking back at him and then slowly put herself between him and it. "If you can get to it, feel free. Though don't be surprised if that thing doesn't drop me in one hit." she dared him with a menacing grin.

She didn't hear the commentary the speaker was giving, but she definitely heard the word 'FIGHT' echoing over the crowd. Immediately she kicked up some sand at the man's face before charging forward and jumping up to throw both feet into his chest. It was extremely aggressive and definitely dirty, but it would paint a clear picture as to what she was going up against. If the attack was successful she'd drop to the ground and immediately roll back onto her feet, both fists raised and balled hard in preparation for throwing punches.

She had a feeling that this guy was going to be a hard fight. And if he was actually a trained and professional level fighter, she was going to be in trouble. She might be one hard queen but she wasn't a trained one.

Fillion Orville

 

[Fillion Orville]

Oh, she was actually doing this for the money? Well damn. This was going to require actual force. "Well, if we want to be fair there are easier ways to earn credits. Smuggling for example? You can make twice that in one Kessel Run." It wasn't a lie, but he was trying really hard here to not fight, but she seemed determined to throw hands. She caught onto his plan, and he mentally kicked himself in the process. He could hold his own in a bar fight, but this wasn't a bar fight. "Alright, but just because you are a woman, don't expect me to hold back." Fat chance about that, she was probably going to floor him.

The announcer declared the fight to have started, and before he knew it Fill had dirt kicked in his eyes, prompting him to recoil back, and felt the air be ejected out of his lungs. Oh yea, great start to the fight. He flew backwards, smacking his back against the cage and fell face first to the ground. He winced and groaned, but knew that she was going to be on him in a hot minute. Time to go to work.

This schutta wanted to play dirty? That was fine by him. Fill reached out with his hand, making a quick sweep outward, hoping to knock Sam's feet out from under her. He worked his way back up, blinking the sand out of his eyes, as he needed to make sure he won here; else he'd be royally screwed.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

The fight was off to a good start. The guy went down with her kick and it seemed he was going to need a bit to get his bearings...or so she thought. She suddenly felt her legs fly out from underneath her and landed on the ground with a hard grunt. Her instincts got her back on her feet in record time, but her mind was still trying to figure out how the kark the guy got to her legs without even touching her. Unless...she was dealing with a space wizard.

That realisation brought a hard glare to her face as she charged at him again. With him still trying to recover from the sand and his air being knocked out of him, she swung a fist at his jaw with a follow-up shot to his nose. She didn't mind space wizards at all...but using the Force in a fight like this? That was a low blow. Even for this place. And it only made her fight and punch harder with the goal of teaching this guy a lesson. She was planning on sparing pretty boy's face from a pommeling, but after that little stunt all bets are off. This guy was going to get beaten to a pulp...

She was confident her punches would land, but she wasn't an idiot. She kept her wits to herself in case he had any more tricks up his cheating sleeve.

Fillion Orville

 

[Fillion Orville]

Good news was that the woman went down pretty quick, bad news was she looked down right unpleasant when she got back up; just his luck. Fill had gotten back to his feet, when Sam clocked him right in the jaw, then another to his nose. He felt something pop, then the taste of blood enter his mouth as he staggered backwards. He stumbled backwards, falling against the chain fence of the cage, blood was flowing from his nose and he had a rather wicked ache around his jawline. He didn't ponder about his life decisions, that would come after, rather he went back into the fray. He had learned a few things here and there, and it'd probably be best to try it here; he really didn't want to lose to a girl again.

Fill had thrown hands in a few Cantina fights before, but a cage match was a little different. He had to be a bit more creative, and a little bit more of a cheater; either of which was something he could live with. He threw a body shot with his right hand, then tried to hook in a shot to the ribs with a left, before kicking his right leg between Sam's legs and aiming to hook her left leg and slam into her with his shoulder. He needed to incapacitate her long enough to get that baton, or she was just going to beat the tar out of him. The crowd continued to roar with an almost zealous glee, and it made Fill question his sanity as the scrap went on.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

The guy finally decided to grow a spine, it seemed. He came at her and threw a punch at her gut. That she managed to block. The shot to her ribs, however, got through. A sick grunt escaped her and before she knew it, he had thrown her onto the ground. But she wasn't going to stop there.

She scrammed back onto her feet and charged at him, throwing a punch at his gut. Though once he focused on that, she swung her leg up to drive her knee into his groin before following up with an uppercut against his jaw. With rage-filled eyes, Sam kept coming at him. She slammed her body into him to send him into the ground before flipping him over and straddling his back. Her arm came around his neck and she started applying pressure to choke him. Adrenaline was pumping through her body, blocking out the pain in her ribs as she held onto him for dear life. At the same time, she started to pull and twist his neck, threatening to break it if he didn't do something quickly.

She wasn't going to lose to some pathetic space wizard. And as long as she could keep him away from that baton, she would win. Though in her rage...she forgot that space wizards could still function even in a situation like this. Only thing on her mind now was killing this idiot and karking off with her money.

Fillion Orville

 

[Fillion Orville]

He finally hit her, and it felt like a solid shot. Knocking her to the ground, Fill got his hopes up, so of course life had to quickly deflate them. Just as soon as she hit the ground, she was up and bringing a storm of vengeance upon him. He tried to stop the gut punch by raising up his knee, which didn't stop the body shot, but certainly softened the shot to the groin. The worst came when she clocked him in the jaw, lifting him off his feet and sending him into the dirt. Life was pain. He hit the ground, then tried to roll onto his stomach, hoping to get a fighting chance going; then she leapt on him and wrapped her arm around his neck.

Oh yea, this was bad. His arms went to the arm locked around his neck, trying to pry it off, trying to stop her from choking him to death, but her arms felt as tense as carbon fiber plating. Not good at all. He reached outwards, trying to grasp something to help, but only got handfuls of dirt for his efforts. He threw it back, hoping to get it in her eyes, maybe buying him some reprieve. Look at you go Fill, going to be strangled to death in a cage match. Mom would be so proud. He thought, feeling the pain in his throat and lungs, his body now decided it was time to ache about how much punishment he had taken; because that was going to help his situation. Time seemed to slow, perhaps it was the whole 'about to die' thing. As his eyes wandered about the sea of raging lunatics outside the cage, he caught sight of that baton; dangling from the cage like a key to his freedom. Zemmy would be heart broken if he died, and he hated to disappoint a lovely lady. He reached out weakly, letting his mind go to sleep, as he no longer thought about dying down in the dirt. No, all he wanted was that baton, and what he was going to do to this woman pounding him into the dirt. He could almost feel it's handle, the worn leather of it's grip, and the faint pulse of electricity that was begging to be unleashed. He stopped breathing. He stopped thinking. For a moment he was no longer in a cage match, it was just him and this dinky stun baton for a rather tense moment. Maybe there was something to this force thing after all.

Sam would catch a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of her eye, before a hard metal rod would come barreling at her, it's tip pulsing as it would slam into her chest, pulsing out a conduit into her body as the man she was killing went limp in her grasp. Space Wizards were a stubborn breed.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

He fought against her but she didn't let up. With eyes filled with rage she held on, intent on breaking his neck...or so she thought. With her focus on him, she didn't see the baton fly into her chest for even a moment. All she felt was a sudden jolt and she was on her back, groaning and twitching. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears and it felt...off. Utterly dazed, she rolled onto her stomach and managed to get herself on her knees. She was heaving huge breaths of air, trying to get the world to stop spinning as well as her heart to calm down.

But she wasn't done yet. She looked at the guy on the ground then to the baton lying beside him. anger swelled in her again but her body couldn't keep up with her. She slammed into the ground as she tried to reach him, but she kept fighting. She crawled her way towards him despite every muscle in her body screaming in pain. All she cared about was finishing this fight...and finishing it on top.

She crawled onto him and wrapped her hands around his throat, trying her hardest to close his airway and blood flow. But with her arms in the state they were, it was hard to maintain a solid grip. She crawled further onto him to try and use her weight, which seemed to work. But now all her defenses were down. She was committed to finishing this fight in this manner...and the baton was still lying beside her opponent without her even registering it. Her mind and body was running on fumes at this rate. That hit took everything out of her. One more hit and she'd be out cold, though in her mind this problem didn't even pop up for even a moment.

Fillion Orville

 

[Fillion Orville]

Well, initially it seemed that everything had gone great. His last ditch attempt to strike the woman had worked, as shown by his ability to still breath. His lungs hurt, his face hurt; truth he told everything hurt, this just plain sucked. He took a moment, mind still reeling from nearly being strangled by the crazied woman, inhaling every breath like it could be his last.

Unfortunately, this moment of relief was disrupted, as his attacker returned, her hands wrapping around his throat once again, as she tried to finish the job this time. Though her strength wasn't in it, rather than wringing his neck, she was putting a very uncomfortable amount of pressure around his windpipe. Normally, he wouldn't be concerned, but having just been strangled moments ago, Fill wasn't exactly at his prime.

He panicked, feeling the weight of her body squeeze out all the air he had just guzzler down, he did the only thing that came natural to him. He threw an elbow right into her face, right about the nose and into the brow of her head. It was more of a reflex rather than a coordinated strike, but he wasn't going to complain over the results.

Silence fell over the crowd, as they looked upon the results of the brawl. None of them had seen things go this way.

Sam Sheridan

 

[Sam Sheridan]

Sam was putting everything she had left into finishing off this guy. But it all came to an end when an elbow struck her in the face. She dropped off him and landed face first in the dirt, knocked out cold. Light twitches came from her as the leftover electricity in her body was burnt out, but other than that...she was done. Her perfect record was finally broken.

The guards rushed in and grabbed the both of them, pulling them away while the crowd roared with anger. This wasn't at all what they wanted. They came for blood and they had just been robbed of that. Some even tried to climb through the cage in a fit of rage but the other guards managed to keep them at bay. Fil and Sam were dragged into a nearby structure and dropped onto two seats. binders were quickly attached to both of them to keep them tied to the chairs. The guards left and closed the door behind them as they went to go find the top dogs in charge of the show.

Sam groaned as her head rolled around, but she was still out cold. After several minutes she finally stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "What the kark..." she muttered, groggily trying to figure out where she was. She tried to move, only to realize that she was tied down. Her eyes shot wide open as she glanced around her. "What the kark?" she said again with much more worry in her voice. She yanked at the binders as she tried in vain to free herself. "What's going on here?!" she shouted with rage in her voice, fighting to get free. She glanced beside her at her opponent who also seemed to be tied down. "What did you do?! The kark did you do, you bloody cheater!?" she screamed at him, trying to attack him all over again.

Her body ached and burned, but she didn't care. She was starting to properly freak out now...

Fillion Orville