Arena The Galactic Shockboxing Tournament

[Isur]

Could he keep hitting this soft skin? Was it wrong of him to be going after this opponent the way he was? Claws weren’t out, teeth weren’t used. He was following the rules of the shockboxing tournament. That was fine with him. But his hits were pretty big.

Was Isur having a moment of clarity?

That was when the hit came in, a grazing hit but still making decent contact to him. Isur looked at the Force imbued fighter before him. A slow blink of his predator’s eyes before he stepped forward, with the hit, he might be off balance, but he was going for another jab.

Small species don’t have all that to far to fall.

Corr

 

[Seldan Rourke]

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He braced for the end. The punch was meant to be fatal, his jaw already open for the killing blow. Yet, by some fluke, Ronhar's arm swung wide, the steel fist whistling past his ear. For a moment, Seldan thought he'd imagined the reprieve, but the cyborg's panicked curse confirmed it.

That sudden reprieve bought him a single breath. He staggered back into his stance, every nerve alight with pain. Blood poured into his eye, soaking his gloves, and the back of his skull still throbbed from the elbow. His legs felt alien, but soldier's discipline held him upright. Ronhar's power came from chrome and circuits, but Seldan's was forged in the enduring pain of his own body.

The ref's voice cracked through the din. Clack clack clack. Ten seconds. That was all he had. Enough time to argue his case to the judges, to drown out the memory of that sickening elbow, and prove he wasn't finished.

He surged forward, driving his fists in a savage barrage that ignored his own screaming muscles. A hook crashed into Ronhar's ribs. A straight slammed into the chest. Another hook tore for the jaw. His arms blurred, every strike a lifetime of grit, fury, and survival poured into these desperate seconds. The crowd erupted, voices blending into a wall of noise as he hammered Ronhar back across the ring, sparks flying where glove met cybernetics. How was he still standing?

His lungs burned, his head rang like a struck bell, yet he kept swinging. Every blow was agony, but it was all he had left.

Then the horn sounded, a long, merciful note cutting through the chaos. Seldan stumbled back a step, chest heaving, his arms dangling like dead weight. Blood slicked his face, sweat poured off him. His vision was a red haze and blurred light, but he remained standing. That was the only thing that truly mattered.

He heard the crowd before he saw them, roaring their approval, stamping, hollering for the storm they'd just witnessed. Perhaps it was for him, perhaps for the spectacle itself. It didn't matter. He'd given them everything he had in the ring.

Now, it was up to the scorecards. For the first time all night, Seldan let his arms drop, head bowed, shoulders heaving. A bloodied warrior who'd left nothing behind.

Spoiler

Roll 1 - 10/20
Roll 2 - 20/20
Roll 3 - 13/20
Roll 4 - 4/20 Originally | Re-roll 8/20
Roll 5 - 5/20 Originally | Re-roll 18/20
Roll 6 - 13/20
Roll 7 - 4/20 Originally | Re-roll 20/20
Roll 8 - 19/20
Total - 121

Ronhar Tane
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[Rathmar Praji]

High above the buzzing electric grid and the roaring crowd, Rathmar savored a slow sip of the Corellian brandy in his hand.

The Shockboxing Tournament was beginning to show its potential as the screens in his private box illuminated every competitor from the Bantha League to the Wizard League. Some excelled at outmaneuvering their rivals, while others found themselves on the receiving end of brutal blows from 10,000-volt gloves.

Sparks scattered across the ground as Adonis Angelis IV confronted Ragos Terrek in a notably brutal match, at least from his perspective. There were worries that Adonis's considerable size and presence could pose challenges for Terrek, but it appeared to be the other way around, as Terrek let his opponent overextend and expose himself to strikes.

The Pantoran Tyrant 4 appeared equally matched against the Imperial Skyria Kyrtan , both demonstrating fierce determination.

"Now that's a spectacle! Two fighters who seem to care for nothing in the galaxy except for knocking their rival out of the ring. The other competitors should take note of these two," Rathmar remarked with a subtle grin, clearly relishing his role as the host of this event, as it provided free entertainment. The other vigos may be nearest to the Underlord of the Black Sun, yet he was expanding their power beyond their usual lawless territory by organizing an event like this.

Another match quickly drew his interest, even more thrilling than the previous one, as Ronhar Tane and Seldan Rourke wrapped up their bout. Both fighters were quite bloodied but were now waiting for his verdict on the match's outcome. The terminals were diligently calculating a result that would satisfy the audience, as their performances were assessed and ultimately approved by the Vigo, who rose from his lounge slightly unsteady.

"In the match between Ronhar, and Seldan...... The victor is Seldan." Rathmar said with a soft bow in both of their directions, moving back to his seat to watch the other matches reach their conclusion.

Isur - Sponsored by Bumblebee Tuna​	VS​	Corr ​
Adonis Angelis IV - Sponsored by HVI​	VS​	Ragos Terrek - Sponsored by Röhr Group​
Vestra Tane - Sponsored by Bespin Gas​	VS​	Davik Haize - Sponsored by the Trade Federation​
Kayla Ordo-Shan - Sponsored by Phaseera Manufacturing​	VS​	Scherezade deWinter - Sponsored by First United Astral Engineering​

Tyrant 4 - Sponsored by Bespin Gas​	VS​	Skyria Kyrtan - Sponsored by Intergalactic Exports​
Ronhar Tane - Sponsored by...to many​	VS​	Seldan Rourke - Sponsored by PGEM​
Artam Macek - Sponsored by Galactic Empire​	VS​	Elara Veyran - Sponsored by Banking Clan​

 

[Adonis Angelis IV]

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The pace of the match caught Adonis off guard. His mind lingered too long on how Ragos knew Mando'a instead of the strikes coming his way. His gauntlets slammed into Ragos's forearms with a dull boom, current snapping through both of them. You couldn't put out that kind of force without taking a little of the bite yourself.

But that was nothing compared to what came next. Ragos's counter slid clean through his guard and drove straight into his face. The heat of every sun in the galaxy detonated behind his eyes. His sinuses lit with fire, blood gushed like molten rock, pouring from his nose in hot streams. For a moment it was pathetic, almost laughable, but it was also dangerous. He would have to claw his way back from it.

Blood ran down, staining his shorts, but there was no thought of stopping. Not until the bell rang... or he blacked out. His eye was swelling shut already, and the pounding in his skull screamed concussion, but none of it slowed him. Training kept his movements sharp, and pain only stoked the fury that had carried him through a hundred fights before this one.

He stepped forward, weight set, teeth bared. His right hand shot out, a straight aimed for Ragos Terrek eye, an answer for the one already closing.

This wasn't over. Not until one of them dropped.

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[Tyrant 4]

As a jab connected with Tyrant's raised glove, the Pantoran countered with a punch of her own. Skyria made an attempt to dodge to her right. As she did so she loaded up her dominant right hand for a hook to the body.

Sparks exploded as both mitts connected between the two combatants. Cypher stumbled backward, pain flaring in her side. Another hit to the body. She didn't know how many more of those she could take. But she wouldn't back down, not now, not ever! She bit down hard on her mouthguard.

I won't lose. Tyrants don't lose.

The mercenary pilot from Tyrant Squadron launched herself at the imperial, guard up, footsteps quick and sure on the mat. The Pantoran jabbed twice, then loaded up a heavy, overhanded right, putting all her strength behind that punch aimed straight for the jaw.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

Live footage of Seldan beating up Ronhar.

DING! DING! DING!

The sound of the final bell mercifully signaled the end of the match. Ronhar immediately stumbled over to his corner of the ring, bruised and bloodied from the long and grueling fight. He didn't need to hear the results because he already knew that he had lost. There was no universe where the judges would give him the win after witnessing not one, but two major cybernetic malfunctions in the ring.

Whatever. He was over it by this point. What a stupid decision it had been to enter this fight without proper preparation!

Ronhar groaned as he slumped down onto the floor, his Pit Droid crew immediately tending to both his physical injuries and and the mechanical damage his arms had suffered. Ronhar waved them off and called over the Pit Droid Chief.

<"Is everything alright, sir?">, the Pit Droid chief asked him, noticing that Ronhar was essentially refusing any sort of medical attention.

"Everything's fine", Ronhar spat out despite the fact that everything was, indeed, not fine. "Forget about that. I need you to do something for me right this minute. I need you to swab me from head to toe, and I need you to do it now."

The Pit Droid Chief just stared at Ronhar, not fully grasping exactly what he was asking him to do.

<"I'm...sorry, sir?">, the Pit Droid Chief asked with more than a note of confusion in his voice.

"I need you to swab me down", Ronhar repeated with urgency.

<"Um, I'm sorry sir, but I don't quite get what you mean. Swab you down?">, the droid asked with even more uncertainty.

"Oh, for the love of-! Listen to me, I need you to swab me for any traces of organic material from Seldan Rourke . It can be sweat, blood, spit, tears, I don't care! Just get whatever you can of his off my body and store it until we get back to Mahporeem", Ronhar said as he winced in pain. Yep, he was gonna feel that in the morning.

<"Oh, ok. I can do that. But...why?>, the droid as as it began dutifully swabbing every inch of Ronhar's body.

"Because, if we have his organic material, that means we have his DNA, which means we have a new template for the Cloning Machine", Ronhar breathed as he beckoned the other droids to him to do the same thing that the Pit Droid Chief was doing. "I'm no fool, I know when I've been beaten, but I'm not about to leave here completely empty handed. His DNA will make a fine genetic template for the collection", Ronhar huffed as the droids continued doing their work.

After several minutes of being swabbed from head to toe, Ronhar stood up and exited the arena. He didn't even bother to stay for the results, for he already knew how this thing was gonna go.

After all, he had more pressing matters to attend to at the moment...

TAGS:
Seldan Rourke

To be continued?

 

[Corr]

He was able to weave aside the first strike on the approach, coming in close and beneath the Karkaradon's bulk to strike out at the knee and bring him down. A small, inelegant smirk crept across his face.

Another fist come down, sweeping for him. He tried to beat Isur to the punch with one of his own, sending an uppercut of a blow upwards to the shark-head chin. If he was fast enough, that is.

Isur

 

[Isur]

Isur blanked for a second. Sure the soft skin should be faster than him but he didn't actually expect the soft skin to get inside his range. The knee too? His ancestors would be laughing.

This is what you get for going on land

And supposedly taxes. But he was Black Sun.

Large fin-like arms coming for a block before coming out with a big left hook.

No soft skin should beat him.

Corr