Barstool Fight Club (Cheri)

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Mayze had… admittedly not done a great job on his side of the deal he had with Haupien. He wasn’t really one for chit-chat, and going around talking up potential employers was one of the last things he wanted to do. Besides, he didn’t have any skill in negotiating, and he was certain any sort of contract he accepted would involve him being fleeced.

If he were being totally honest with himself, he really just didn’t want to visit the saiyan capital. And, well, visiting the Tuffle side was out of the question. He didn’t think most Tuffles would be welcoming to his saiyan appearance. So, he stuck to the mercenary outpost, often training, sometimes reading, and occasional nights spent in one of the taverns the town sported. He went to the taverns to ‘search’ for potential contracts, but more often than not, he simply drank.

After a few drinks, the saiyan had loosened up a bit. Eventually, somehow, someway, he wound up involved with the local fight club. Anyone could walk up and fight, and money often exchanged hands based on their outcome. Generally, it tended to be drunk patrons who got each other riled up who participated in the battles. Mayze? Well, he was just aching for a duel.

And so, as he stared down his current opponent- a blue-skinned burly looking Heran with red hair and goatee- patrons began to gather around the dingy looking ring. Mayze figured he could take the guy, pretty easily in fact. The Heran’s energy levels were lower than the saiyan’s, but not so low that he couldn’t pose a significant threat if well trained. However, just by judging how the man held himself, and the way he slightly stumbled when he walked, Mayze, while not sober, wasn’t quite drunk either. He could still handle himself, and didn’t think it’d be much of a fight.

The ref- simply another bar patron that had volunteered- whistled, and the fight was on. Mayze settled into a defensive stance, and allowed the big fellow to make the first move.

The heran threw caution to the wind, and ran at the comparatively small saiyan lying in wait. The pirate drew back a fist, and sluggishly barreled it towards Mayze’s jaw. The saiyan deftly leaned back out of the way, and sidestepped an additional follow-up strike. This continued on for sometime with Mayze continually dodging, but never striking.

Eventually, the giant’s breaths grew labored. The heran began to wheeze and gasp, sweat dripping from his brow. A frustrated growl rumbled from the brute, and with a feverous ferocity, the Heran tried to crush Mayze’s skull with a powerful axe-handle. The saiyan sidestepped the blow once more, and finally countered with an elbow to the gut. The heran instantly doubled over, gasping as he tried to hold his lunch. Mayze spun and landed a devastating kick to the jaw, sending the brute sprawling to the ground.

The brute lay on the ground, wheezing as blood leaked from his lower lip. Slowly, he came back to his feet, and spat out a broken tooth. A dark look crossed the heran’s features, and seemingly unable to learn a damn thing, charged the saiyan once more.

The Heran, powered by rage, rocketed forward a right hook. Mayze, surprised by the sudden ferocity of the attack, was caught in the jaw. The blow left him stunned and off balance. He was barely able to dodge the next blow, and the third caught him in the cheek.

Seeing an opening, the saiyan hopped away to the edge of the ring to regain his focus. The heran wasted no time in pursuing, and threw a right haymaker. Mayze dodged the blow, and stepped to the side of his opponent, grabbing the overextended arm. With his free hand, he placed his hand on the back joint of the elbow, and applied pressure while pulling the arm towards him. The bone snapped, and the Heran dropped almost instantly. The match was over.

A few of the heran’s friends shot him dark looks as they dragged their buddy out of the ring. Mayze paid them no mind, and instead asked the crowd, “Who’s next?”