Fight Club

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Spoiler: OOC

If you join, you should be willing to fight. Also, no weapons. The thread is open to everyone, from Jedi to Sith, to Cartel criminal.

[fancybox4=http://joannapary.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/dome-fight-club.jpg]AN UNKNOWN CANTINA IN THE OUTER RIM, 1900 LOCAL TIME[/FANCYBOX4]

Two Herglics looked at each other menancingly. The dim lighting bounced off their oily skin, and a crowd was gathered around them, chanting for blood. A gungan guarded the door, holding a rusty-looking blaster that might as well have been used for decoration. This was fight club. The Empire did not know about it, and whoever did know about it better kept their mouths shut. The room consisted of rows of chairs piled on top of each other or scattered in the corner and a couple lamps that hung off the walls raggedly. Men and women of all species rammed against each other to get a better look of what was happening in the center of the one massive circle in the middle of the room.

Amongst them stood one particularly tall Anzat. No one paid any attention to him, and he towered in the group, unmoving, observing the fight. One of the Herglics moved closer to the other and swung a heavy left hook to his rival, who blocked it with his lower arm, then swung a right hook with his free limb. The blow made contact with the attacker's face, yet he seemed unfazed. The crowd cheered, except for the Anzat, who merely grinned.

The Herglic, now blind with rage, charged his opponent, the defendant, looking to tackle him. He rammed into him, but the other fighter held his ground stubbornly. He pummeled the attacker with punches thrown toward his back, until he collapsed, then kept hitting until blood sprouted from the attacker's face. The cheering was deafening, and people had begun exchanging credits from bets. The Anzat merely raised his eyebrows as another pair walked into the rink, a Gungan and a Zabrak.

 

[Red]

A young girl showed up, in a tanktop and sweatpants, moving towards the ring cracking her knuckles. She seemed no older then 15 , she was strong and athletic by the looks and hopped over the chairs to enter the ring, assuming no one else was in it, if there was she would wait her turn. The people in the Cantina were probably shocked by the girl entering the ring, unable to find words. She frowned looking around before sitting down, crossing her legs and merely observing everyone, waiting for a challenge.

Not many were up.. But hopefully someone would face her..

 

[sinn.diroe]

,,It's gonna hurt them all ... " - this little thought formed in his brain , after few looks at sunked in darkness cantina. If anybody can show here some justice to each other or just punch out their problems for free , so why he could't at least try out one fight . He passed angry-lookin' gungan bodyguard to see , how it works . He noticed zero signs of gambling , just clean violence which somehow let him to trance . He just left on one chair his jacket , revealing his strong arms , purple bruises on his neck and ready for fighting hands . Tonight he will unlock his anger and lose his sense of reason ...
,,You like ... blood on your face ? " asked young girl , which looked for entertaiment between those anynonymous brawlers .
After those few words , he was standing in right place to take her challenge , which was hidden but easy to pick up from young eyes ...
,,I'm not psychopath , I just want to truly beat up someone ... " he smilled at the end to increase her will to fight .

 

[Alek]

Alek stood in a corner just watching the fight he had his fair share of his own but he put that behind him he watched the two in the ring and thought *this should be interesting and waited to see the turnout.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Alphonse looked on as the girl strutted into the ring. She didn't look intimidating at all, but he had learned not to underestimate his foes, and the Anzat waited for a challenger to appear. If he decided to fight her, the Sith would be likely to kill her, and although that would've been delightful, he'd already eaten his fair share of essence today.

A man walked into the middle of the circle, dust kicking up as his boots shuffled across the ground. Cheering from the crowd. The light hung above, moving like a pendulum, its glare casting shadows across the ring.

"You like... blood on your face?"

That's rather optimistic, thought the black-robed Acolyte.

 

[Alek]

As alek watched he started to feel uneasy he hadn't felt this way in a while he took a quick look at his lightsaber and told himself *calmdown alek just look for were this precince is coming from don't rush this nobody has made themself suspicious yet* so he stood up strait and looked around and waited

 

[Cheshire]

As the small, Lamian stood at the sidelines, he sat and watched the small girl declare a challenge. He was going to go up and face her, but another man with massive ripped muscles bet him to it. The man seemed like a brute, so hopefully the girl would study him in the same way that Josis did.

He did notice a Sith over in the ring and tried to resist the opportunity to fight him. As he approached the Sith quietly, he muffled his force sense slightly, so that the Sith wouldn't pick up that he was a force sensitive. "So, what are the rules of the fight club?" He asked the Sith quietly

 

[Alek]

As alek waited he finally thought he found the disturbance he could sense another near hi so he waits for something to give him a reason to do something.

 

[Derek Jarah]

Derek walked in with three blaster pistols and a lightsaber...It was blue after having the 2nd battle of Hoth he decided to have a few drinks and chat for a while with a couple other Rebel friends. He had been stopped by a Zabrak "No Guns Human Read the sign." "Oh...heh sorry about that..." he unholstered and put his weapons on the table except for the lightsaber..that would be to give to his....Grand son before he died..But he also wanted it because it had a name...it writ ______ Skywalker "Luke..." His eyes were bulging on what he found but he had to stay calm... he never wanted to attract Sith attention...he walked into the stand area seeing what was a girl no younger then 15 just sitting in the right next to a ripped man..."Oh...Another Sight of whose got the biggest....yeah..not gonna talk about it..." He saw Josh and his other Rebellion friends and he sat next to them...Josh had said to Derek.. "So where'd you get that Lightsaber From."
Derek was cheeky when it came to fight nights or life or death situations as he would fight a Sith but just not with a lightsaber..

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Alphonse looked down at the boy as he shuffled over, bumping into people as he parted the crowd. "So what are the rules of fight club?" he asked sheepishly, and the Anzat smirked. He always enjoyed giving this lecture to people. There was a sign on the far wall displaying the rules, but it was covered in dust and no one paid much attention to it anyway.

"Well, as the founders told me, there are only four rules. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club." He observed the fight, then shifted his red eyes to the boy's gaze. "The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over, except when the leader declares otherwise. This is one of those nights. And the fourth rule: only two guys to a fight."

Grumbles came from the audience, who seemed eager for the fight to start.