Mudwrestling Wookiees

[Greybok]

Greybok's first match of the evening was over far too quick and he was eager to get some more in while the night was young. Unfortunately, a storm was rolling into the area, dousing the village in a thin sheet of rain and muddying the battle circle. While Grey didn't mind the rain (or the mud, for that matter), the presence of water only further incensed Twobee, whose head was still mounted to a nearby wooden spike.

"Greybok, get me out of this weather immediately!" She shrieked from the sidelines. "Do you know what rainwater does to electronics?! My circuits will fry!" The Wookiee, fed up with his droid's antics, cursed at her in his native tongue, but that only seemed to make the situation worse. "How DARE you! If I had hands, right now, I'd used them to strangle the life out of you, you sack of flea-ridden shite! I hope your next opponent puts you on a spike!"

Greybok ignored her. He had already seen his next opponent and, already, excitement was beginning to rise in his blood. His new foe was not a sixteen year-old girl but a Mandalorian warrior. He had always wanted to test himself against a Mandalorian, and what better an opportunity was there than this? Twobee could fry for all he cared—this is where he needed to be. @Arclight

 

[Tyrn Rau]

Tyrn had watched the Wookiee's first battle with mirth in his eyes. The girl had been brave, but unskilled and foolish. It had ultimately led to her swift loss, though that was to be expected when a girl barely a woman charged a towering mass of fur and muscle. It was made even more hilarious by the discovery that she had entered the battle circle by accident, due to a mistranslation. Tyrn himself had knowingly and willingly volunteered for the ceremonial battle circle, eager to test his skill against a mighty warrior of Kashyyyk. While combatants often fought armored, a storm had rolled in and turned the battle circle to mud. Tyrn's brilliantly polished Beskar'gam would be ruined by the mud, and without it, the slick rain and mud gave Tyrn an advantage against the Wookiee. Stripping of his iron skin and entrusting it to a fellow Rau clansman, who swore to guard it with his life, Tyrn approached the battle circle.

Removing his shirt, he bared his chest, proudly displaying tattoos that told of and represented his accomplishments on the battlefield. While an aruetii soldier might celebrate his accomplishments with medals, worn once and then cast aside or left to sit in a polished case, Clan Rau and many other Mandalorian clans bore their battlefield career on their skin and armor, permanent reminders of their great deeds. Perhaps beating a wookiee warrior in a barefisted mud wrestling match would deserve another one. Standing outside the ring, Tyrn eyed his opponent. The wookiee towered over him, with long arms of fur and muscle. An imposing opponent that Tyrn intended to conquer.

"Come Wookiee. Test you're might against Mandalorian Skill. Oya!" He shouted as he stepped into the ring and dropped into a wrestler's crouch, arms and legs spread wide open, standing on the balls of his feat and ready to spring in any direction. Mud squelched under his feet as sunshine broke through the storm, the rain abating over their heads if only for a brief moment. Tyrn grinned, as he knew Kad Ha'rangir was smiling down upon his courage. @Malon

 

[Greybok]

A Mandalorian. Glorious. Greybok could not have been more excited by the prospects. Mandalorian prowess were legendary across the cosmos. Even Wookiees respected what they were capable of in times of war. To actually fight one was a great honor—not to mention a symbol of status–win or lose. Even the rain (or Twobee's incessant nagging) couldn't get him down now.

The Mandalorian removed his shirt, so Greybok removed the leather straps that kept his armor covering him and let it fall to the earth below. Beneath his armor, he bore the scars of many lashings at the hands of Sith slavers, as well as missing patches of fur where he had been singed by blaster-fire in the slave revolt that freed him. He may not have known war like the Mandalorian did; but he knew sacrifice and he knew the pains of battle.

The Wookiee roared a loud battle cry, to which Twobee finally chimed in, "Unfortunately, sir, I do not believe that has a translation." There was no need for a translation. The two warriors knew what it meant. Here I come. Greybok charged. His intent was simple. Head lowered, he would attempt to grab the Mandalorian around his left leg with both of his fury arms. Then, while pulling the leg up, he would use his torso and lowered head to push the Mandalorian's body the other direction, initiating a single-leg takedown. His advantage was his raw physical strength; time would tell if the Mandalorian had the skill to break it. @Arclight

 

[Tyrn Rau]

The Wookiee roared his challenge, the meaning of his wordless cry abundantly clear to Tyrn. The Wookiee was fast, closing the ground with long strides quickly, and then he was on him.

The wookiee was strong, and it took everything Tyrn had to stop the mass of muscle and fur as their bodies smacked into each other. Years of training kicked in, and Tyrn's body moved on auto pilot. Leaning into the wookiee, Tyrn's right heel gouged into the mud. Hooking his left arm under his opponents right, under the armpit to thread a hand through onto his own thigh, Tyrn leaned into the wookiee's strength, deflecting his foe's head off of his chest. Hooking his captured leg down and around at the knee, he would wrap it to the outside of the wookiee's own and apply his weight inward. Meanwhile his right hand would come up to shove against the wookiee's face to force it up to where he could drive his head under it to create space.

If this was not foiled by the wookiee's strength, Tyrn would attempt to break the hold on his left leg by sharply grabbing and jerking the wookiee's left elbow towards himself to force the arm away from his leg while pushing downwards to step down and back.

If this was successful, Tyrn would be free to counterattack. He would step forward to snake his left leg inside the wookiee's right while his left arm would continue to bear a hold around the wookiee's shoulder. Standing left shoulder to right shoulder, Tyrn would begin to drop backwards, hooking his leg inside Greybok's right knee. With a sudden jerk off of this hook, Tyrn would shift his bodyweight to twist his torso and slam his shoulder into Greybok's chest, his mash pushing the wookiee backwards as his leg pulled his legs forwards. With some luck, the massive beast would find himself slamming into the mud, Tyrn kneeling over him and pushing him into the ground. @Malon