Post by Lolo on Apr 13, 2024 20:41:40 GMT -5
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"Place your bets! Place your bets!", the resonant voice of the ever enthusiastic announcer rang over the small enclosure of a warehouse that was hosting the matches of the day. Lolo was not always one for these less than legal events, but it reminded her of her youth and sometimes brought a glimmer of hope that she might walk a similar path to Landslide and find her own little pupil among the filth that called these fights a profession. But she also felt a great deal of the sport had been lost in recent years with the betting scene eclipsing the fighting itself.
"Put me down for fifty on the scrawny kid.", the unexpectedly gruff voice of the lamia woman spoke to the bookie for the fight, slipping a roll of bills to the lean man, who with a bit of hesitation took the currency from Lolo. With her bet placed, she would slide along the ground to find a decent vantage point near the uppermost row of seats, she wanted to see how exactly this kid fought and if there was anything she could find in his technique or in his talent. Surely there was some hope out there somewhere.
After a matter of minutes two young men, one of a leaner and potentially underfed build and the other clearly trained and well exercised walked up to the ramshackle ring set up in the middle of the building. "Books are now closed, let's get this party started!", the ever enthusiastic voice of the announcer spoke once more before a droning buzz initiated the start of the fight. Lolo missed the soft ring of the bell in official rings, but in a place like this it was a luxury most set ups simply couldn't afford, or so it seemed that way.
Within moments the smaller man would weave in, keeping his fists near his face as he closed the gap between himself and the larger competitor. This drew the lamia's attention, the kid was fast, but perhaps that was all there was to him? She pondered over this as things proceeded forwards. Within moments the first strike would connect, a solid side swing on the smaller kid as the larger of the two swung into him mid bob. Seemingly knocking the wind out of the boy in only a moment the kid was gasping for air... but he was still standing.
Watching with curiosity Lolo wondered if the kid would recover from the blow, only for her hoped to be dashed as he then fell to the floor and seemed to be out cold. "There really is no talent here anymore, is there?", she would mutter to herself before throwing her ticket aside and beginning her descent down the poorly build seating that surrounded the ring. She would take another look at the two kids and shake her head in disgust. The overbearing sun over West City almost blinded her as she left the otherwise dark and desolate warehouse on the city's southside. "Perhaps I'll find someone on the other side of the city.", she mused to herself already making route for the sidewalk to begin her trek.
"Put me down for fifty on the scrawny kid.", the unexpectedly gruff voice of the lamia woman spoke to the bookie for the fight, slipping a roll of bills to the lean man, who with a bit of hesitation took the currency from Lolo. With her bet placed, she would slide along the ground to find a decent vantage point near the uppermost row of seats, she wanted to see how exactly this kid fought and if there was anything she could find in his technique or in his talent. Surely there was some hope out there somewhere.
After a matter of minutes two young men, one of a leaner and potentially underfed build and the other clearly trained and well exercised walked up to the ramshackle ring set up in the middle of the building. "Books are now closed, let's get this party started!", the ever enthusiastic voice of the announcer spoke once more before a droning buzz initiated the start of the fight. Lolo missed the soft ring of the bell in official rings, but in a place like this it was a luxury most set ups simply couldn't afford, or so it seemed that way.
Within moments the smaller man would weave in, keeping his fists near his face as he closed the gap between himself and the larger competitor. This drew the lamia's attention, the kid was fast, but perhaps that was all there was to him? She pondered over this as things proceeded forwards. Within moments the first strike would connect, a solid side swing on the smaller kid as the larger of the two swung into him mid bob. Seemingly knocking the wind out of the boy in only a moment the kid was gasping for air... but he was still standing.
Watching with curiosity Lolo wondered if the kid would recover from the blow, only for her hoped to be dashed as he then fell to the floor and seemed to be out cold. "There really is no talent here anymore, is there?", she would mutter to herself before throwing her ticket aside and beginning her descent down the poorly build seating that surrounded the ring. She would take another look at the two kids and shake her head in disgust. The overbearing sun over West City almost blinded her as she left the otherwise dark and desolate warehouse on the city's southside. "Perhaps I'll find someone on the other side of the city.", she mused to herself already making route for the sidewalk to begin her trek.
coded by benetnasch of THQ
Current Multiplier (x1) KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
Current PL: 24,000
Durability (x1), Raw Talent (x2)
Attacks:
MP: 0/6
Current PL: 24,000
Durability (x1), Raw Talent (x2)
Attacks:
coded by benetnasch of THQ