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Post by sonal on Jan 26, 2009 17:20:34 GMT -5
Sonal had to stop watching, lest she develop some smug sense of superiority over this flagrantly staged and overhyped match that, as she so often noticed, it was just a larger scale of two little boys playing on a playground. She may have learned to love it in time, but there was no point in wasting time and getting distracted when there was money to be made. It was all part of the job, no greed involved.
Stepping out of the room, the last thing she heard was Raging Rock hollering something about The Hippo being a 'tall fat grotesque', before stepping down the stairs to restock her tea supply. In a kitchen on ground level, there were plenty of tea pots brewing as she walked...and she could smell it too, even from her relative distance from the place. Her tray covered with tea cups was empty now, and she held it at her side all the way from the top stair to the bottom, but she soon did notice a strange tattooed man not far off.
He was leaning against the wall all nonchalant, even though his appearance was something off the deep end. Sonal's gaze widened, but a realization of perceived rudeness soon returned her eyes to a normal width. He was probably just a wrestler, she assumed, since most of them had a rather off-the-wall look to go with their off-the-wall persona. Since she would pass him on the way to the kitchen, Sonal briefly looked him in the face and smiled right as she passed. "Have fun out there..."
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Post by iikagen on Jan 31, 2009 23:25:07 GMT -5
Iikagen couldn't help but chuckle at how scripted these matches seemed to be. If the crowd knew the moves of these performers well enough to participate as well, then it was obvious that the 'fighters' had long forgotten what an actual fight was like. As a man about as outside the loop as one could be, Iikagen was relishing the opportunity to give these men a wake up call.
However, before he decided to act on his impulses, he heard the voice of a woman behind him. His eyes twitched rapidly to the side to focus on the newcomer, honed to an acute reflex that was mandated by the dangers of his home island. Said eyes windened a bit as he took in the appearance of this particular woman, as he had never quite seen someone with skin so dark. Even during his extensive travels across the Earth kingdom, this woman stood out among those of darker skin tones, and there was something distinct about her features.
"I intend to," he replied to her insinuation about him being a wrestler. Iikagen's next thought was to ask the woman if she fell asleep in the sun too long, but halfway to opening his mouth his mind shifted gears. He noticed the tray in her hands and coupled that with the fact that he had seen a few refreshment stands around the lower levels. "Joo wouldn't be selling tea, now would joo?" he asked without making much effort to hide his accent.
The Igni pushed himself off his lean against the wall and pushed up the front brim of his straw hat. Apparently his appearance wasn't going to draw as much attention as he thought in this arena, so he figured incognito was unnecessary. "I could'juse a nice drink before de fight."
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Post by sonal on Feb 1, 2009 0:18:15 GMT -5
Chuckling a bit, Sonal saw very good benefits to her choice as the tattoo-faced man spoke. This stadium outside Gaoling, built into the side of a cliff, was a prime locale to sell tea, it seemed. Even though she risked running into the man she basically lied to (although he'd be a fool to believe it, if he were even relayed that absurdist comment she made), she praised her own thinking. It was a fine coincidence she was passing through Gaoling at that point so as to jump on the chance, and fortunate the owner decided to hire her for the night. Things were looking up for Sonal's business-- especially since they were brewing her own tea in the kitchen!
"Oh really," Sonal smirked playfully to the man, who she, even after tilting her head a bit, saw was around her age. Curious how one got swept up in this theatrical, somewhat violent career. Maybe he had longed to be this kind of man since he could walk? His accent was odd compared to her own, but she herself spoke differently than most other Earth Kingdom men and women she encountered. It was simply diversity, a spice of life. As far as she beheld, he was part of the vast Earth Kingdom just like herself, no matter which region to which he claimed an origin.
"What kind do you fancy? Any sugar or honey?" she inquired further, sidestepping closer to the kitchen with the empty tray in her hand. She could easily fetch him a cup and bring it in a proverbial heartbeat, and would very well provide it to him free of charge thanks to his status as a wrestler-- one would sweat and tire easily fighting so strenuously, Sonal thought, and a cup of strong tea would give him the energy and hydration he needed to endure. A logical conclusion. Sonal smiled.
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Post by iikagen on Feb 1, 2009 0:31:36 GMT -5
Whether or not he actually could have benefitted from a nice strong tea before a match to wake up his senses, Iikagen's twisted mind couldn't help but generate a better response than to actually specify a flavor of tea. "I take my tea like I take my women," he began, leaving a pause after his words to let the woman fully catch on that he was no longer talking about tea.
With a casual step from his long legs, arms folded loosely behind his back and clasped at the wrist, the Igni strode past her to her side and then pivoted on his heel. He bent down a little bit to put his head level with her shoulder and then said in a smooth as silk tone, "...From behind."
It was lewd to say the least, but Iikagen maintained a confident smile, as though it was done more for humor than an actual come-on. Regardless of how she took it, though, Iikagen decided that it was time to see about getting into the fight. He tossed the woman a friendly wink before stepping completely around her and starting off down the hall for the lower levels of the arena.
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Post by sun on Feb 7, 2009 17:53:50 GMT -5
“So what do ya want leather face?”
After a minute of trading insults Sun had been convinced to speak with the promoter alone. So after stuffing a few naga’s into his sash he allowed himself to be led to an un occupied tunnel. The former Earth Rumble champion had his usual embittered facial expression, which Sun had often suggested could be removed by adding prunes to his diet.
“Look here you damned macaque, I don‘t have time to deal with your games right now,” Xin Fu growled. “One of our new debuts tonight seems to be incapacitated for the mo-”
“A venereal disease?” Interrupted Sun, “you know I always thought your entertainment looked a little ‘itchy.” Xin Fu rubbed his temples, he never understood how anybody in this city could like this eccentric.
“I‘ll make you a deal, If you can put on a decent showing I‘ll pay the standard fee,” he paused for dramatic effect that was lost on Sun, ” and ignore the fact that you’ve never baught a ticket and are underground with a few dozen violent earth benders who don‘t like you.”
Sun didn’t seem to be listening anymore, “yeah sure deal,” he brought his attention back to the grumpy promoter and smiled innocently, “would you like a cherry?”
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Post by theboulder on Mar 3, 2009 6:08:47 GMT -5
The fight continue to rage on as both contestants grew fatigue. The Hippo man decided that it was time to end this fight. With his wide girth and nostrils flaring, he charged forward with his fists put together as he stampeded toward Raging Rock. The loud thuds of his feet echoed through the arena. The crowd watched in anticipation with the random results of what will happen.
This timing was perfect. With a quick thrust of his fist straight into the air, a column of rock from the ground emerged quickly that was no thicker than his fist. As Hippo charged, the column of rock struck the chin of his opponent which stunned him as he held onto his chin in pain. Trickles of blood leaked from his lips. Hippo stepped back a few feet as he nursed his wound. Raging Rock charged forward and unleashed a barrage of pummeling punches into Hippo’s abdominal. As Hippo reeled in pain, Raging Rock wrapped his arms around the massive body. He bent backward and rammed the Hippo’s head into the ground him, executing his signature Tsunami Thunder Smash.
The Hippo man laid on the ground still as Raging Rock slowly got back to his feet. The crowd was silent as they couldn’t figure out how to react. The Raging Rock looked at the crowd, waiting for their reaction. Just then, a soft clapping could be heard from a small boy as he applauded his performance. Afterwards, another person from the audience clapped, then another, then another until the entire audience clapped in approval of his feat.
“Here is your winner by knockout,” the announcer bellowed, “The Raging Rock!”
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