1496/Fight Club: Part Deux

Fight Club: Part Deux
Date of Scene:	16 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Renee Montoya, Sarah Osborn, Thor, Molly Millions, Insight, Sublime, Feral, Robin (Wayne), 1075
Tinyplot:	Fight Club

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Renee Montoya has posed:
    The second night of the grandiose Fight Club boasts even more people than the first. The crowd, many of whom are returning, are already clamoring for bets, for blood, for ripped flesh and broken bones. And, just as last, most of the inhabitants of the spectators circle are in some kind of domino or masquerade ball mask that accompanies their fineries. The people brought here clearly have wealth to spend, and it seems they're not only here to win money and see the fights, but also to impress others about them.
    The massive titanium cage that surrounds the huge fighting pit is as dominant as ever, empty presently, but there are stains of blood where the cleanup crew couldn't quite wash out last weeks fight in, two especially big pools stick out and are visibly in dim pinks against the otherwise white flooring. And above it all, in her skybox, Roulette. A woman dressed tonight in black evening dress low-cut, and showing off her feminine curves from head to toe.
    The feed to the dark web kicks on to the subscribers over the internet.
    "Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I have promised you even bigger, better fights than the last event. And. I. Have. Delivered. Tonight, our main event will feature none other than Bronze Tiger himself. The house is open for bets until the match begins. As with all our matches. Now, then, may I direct your attention to the floor, where the first bloodsport shall begin. Fighters - remember, you're here to win."
    She lets that sink in before she breathes out the next few words, sedcutive and breathy, "For our first fight, a newcomer, Feral, will be fighting The Invisible Fist!"
    The Fist is a name known among even the most uninitated of MMA fighting for his lightning fast punches, so fast the human eye can barely track them. Rumors say he was at one time a Shaolin Monk who got kicked out of the Temple.
    The thin, but athletic man, somewhere in his 30's takes himself into the ring, and awaits his opponent.

Sarah Osborn has posed:
Sarah will be glad of her enhanced reflexes, otherwise she might not be able to see what is going on in this fight. She settles down and turns on her auric Scanners, they tend to make unliving things harder to see as well as tagging anuthin paranormal. She will be able to see the moves better if the cage is shadowy, she hopes.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson doesn't wear a mask. Why? He's Thor. And what would be wrong with fighting? It's what you do when you want to prove you're the best, earn a name for yourself, all of that. And so he's dressed in all of his Thorness, the armor he usually wears, his cape. He's made his way to a place to view the festivities, a glass of something amber, frothy, and surely alcoholic in his fist, and a smile on his face. "HO! Now this is good. The evolution of the Midgardians to legitimate entertainment and competition. I am glad to see that the world's events are having a positive effect!" Not that he's talking to anyone in particular, but as recognizable as he is, are the cute couple in suits on either side of him likely to argue with a man who can throw them like ragdolls? Probably not. "YEEEEEEAH!!!" He stops his foot and goes to clap his hands, only to break the glass he was carrying, having forgotten about it for a moment. "Be right back...." he says, and he's off to the bar again for another drink, but keeps his eyes on the cage as he goes.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly's in the pit of waiting fighters, again. Against costumes and masks perhaps notable for her lack of them. The lean woman is not imposing, clad simply in a black tee, pants, boots paired with a pair of silver lenses that at first glance might be mistaken for sunglasses. The too-pale flesh of her arms tattooed in an iridescent pattern reminiscent of circuitry.
    She's found a spot to lean up against the wall so she can watch the other fights and wait her turn with that same air of placidness as last time.

Insight has posed:
    Being fairly well-to-do and being a fighter himself, Dr. Goodspeed couldn't help but check out the action. Dressed in a tailored suit, a simple domino mask and platinum jewelry, he's among the crowd, betting, buying drinks and shouting loudly along with the rest of the crowd. This first fight, he bets on the new comer, Feral. The odds are just too good to pass up, despite him knowing the opponent.

    When he hears Thor shouting, he can't help but stare, more than a little gobsmacked. It isn't every day that you spot a god. As Thor goes back to the bar, Georgie goes back to cheering raucously.

Sublime has posed:
    Sublime is across the room from Molly, casually stretches out, raising an arm behind her head and twisting one way, then the other, her blue eyes on the ring. This is her first time in a long time that she's been at any kind of competition...and nothing like this. She's a mix of anticipation and wariness as she idly watches the fight, her eyes glancing around at the room, then bends at the waist, stretching one leg, then the other as she warms up. Her three section staff is sadly absent today. Her hair is loose, but as she finishes stretching she slides a pair of hair pins out of her bag, starting to pin her long blonde hair back in a bun behind her head.

Feral has posed:
    A woman in an eye-catching pair of red pants drops into the cage opposite and smiles excitedly as she looks around at the expanse of space, the thronging crowd, and lastly her opponent. Seeming of a similar age, her outfit is distinctly worse for wear, with cuts and tears rendering her pants closer to rags then proper clothes, but it's enough for the wild-haired and wild-eyed brawler. As her orange-brown eyes study the man across from her, Feral takes a moment to roll and work soreness out of her left arm. A tight wrapping of bandages cover it from shoulder to mid-forearm and there's a visible wince as she hits a certain angle and eases it back off. When the arena light catches her face just right, the large runic mark that runs across it seems to stand out just a slightly redder shade of black.
    "Hehe... Still not one hundred percent. Oh well, I guess tonight I'm a southpaw." Clenching her fists at her side and tensing a ripcord of muscles that runs down her body, the feral fighter sinks for a moment into a tall, sidelong, and loose fighting stance before easing out of it and sauntering with careless ease towards her opponent.
    A calloused fist is raised and offered for The Invisible Fist to bump.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
After beating up some of the riff-raff that would have normally attended tonight, Damian had decided to see what was going on. Seems people were willing to talk when they had some of their teeth missing. Wearing a black and white combat suit, and a white domino mask with a white cape and hood. He called himself The Demon, and was watching the the cage, his hood down. He had to ditch his spiked gloves with the people at the door, but that wasn't of any consequence to him. The Demon had a smile on his face as he observed the fight.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    The Invisible Fist has some honor, at least, even if the rumors /are/ true. He nods to Vanya, bumps her fist. Then, he bows to her, but his eyes do not leave her, and his body is poised. Fist goes into flat hand, briefly. And then the fight is on. There is no bell. This is not a refereed fight. This is a fight until one of them either gives up, is knocked unconscious, or is killed. Each of which is up to the winner.
    The fist comes out as fast as advertised, lightning fast and aimed directly for Vanya's face, while a second fist also undercuts and is aimed directly into Vanya's midsection; that is where the real attack is. People, afterall, tend to focus or block the fist to the face and forget to see where another attack is coming from, and the Invisible Fists attacks are blindingly fast. so fast, that both attacks might hit.

    "Isn't that quaint. Feral and Invisible Fist show each other a bit of honorifics, before the fight begins. If -half- the things I heard about Feral are true, well, the Invisible Fist better hope he has something else up his sleeve. He might not get out of here until he's carved up like a roasted hen."

Sarah Osborn has posed:
Fist IS fast, for a human. Good thing the Goblin Formula enhances both her reflexes and her brain so she can actually see and inderstand what is going on...and possibly learn from it as well since she is not nearly as skilled as some of these people. Raw Power she hss plenty, but that is not the same as skill, leanrning HOW to fight better is part of why she is here.

Feral has posed:
    Feral smiles toothily and nods to the ex-monk's bow, briefly flashing canines that suit her name. Her hands come up to their guard but again it's low - too low for one of the punches and the woman's head is whipped backwards as she fails to lean from the opening jab. The second blow is less fortunate and brushes just enough along her forearm to slam into the ready muscles of her side. The Invisible Fist isn't the only one with fighting experience.
    Still smiling despite the start, Feral throws a warning jab in return as she backs just far enough to whip sharp kicks into her opponent's legs.
    Fists? Meet feet.

Insight has posed:
    Finishes his drink and then shouts, "Tear him apart Feral! His ground game sucks!" Then a couple whoops later, he's headed back to the bar to get another glass of something strong. Shouting and cheering are thirsty business and it'll make it easier to swallow losing the sizable bet should she lose the fight. The Fist -is- good, after all.

    Returning, he's right back to cheering for Feral, calling out advice... not that he's going to be heard over the crowd.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "That had to hurt," calls Roulette, from the skybox, "But Feral counters back with a few kicks of her own. They look evenly matched, so far," she calls into the loudspeaker.

    The Invisible Fist counters the first two kicks with his own feet, smoothly, assuredly, and seems to make the mistake of seeing a third, or fourth coming. His planted leg is attacked, and he loses his ground for a moment, and realizes it. The Invisible Fist tries to roll into the weakened leg, and spring up onto his good to slam another fist into Feral's kidney's, knowing that the woman is capable, strong, and a few more kicks to his leg like that and he might be out. Perhaps Thor was right. His ground game is his weakpoint.

    "Now -those- are some dangerous legs, ladies and gentlemen. How'd you like to have those wrapped around your waist, hmm? Deadly -and- beautiful. My kind of girl. But has she got enough to beat The Invisible Fist? It's a close one."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The Demon looks a little frustrated. "Come on! Go for the legs!" He calls out, the excitement of the crowd and the enthusiasm from others has taken away his inhibitions. Damian cracked his knuckles, growing impatient for his turn in the cage. Most could note his diminutive size, and his voice was slightly high still. He was definitely young, there was no doubt.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson finishes at the bar and makes his way over to find a place to stand. He's easily accessible but for the most part, his attention is focused upon the fight. Fast moves? No problem. He can see what's going on easily enough, his gaze flicking back and forth between the fighters, their exchanges, their rapid moves and skilled movements. "There we go," he says with a grin, "Beer, unspilled...fighting. Men and women and sweat! THIS is excellent." And so he drinks his beer, some of it frothing on the bit of whiskers that make up his goatee, and his blue eyes sparkle with pure boyish enjoyment.

Sublime has posed:
    Sublime bounces on her toes a bit, studying the silver eyed woman, sizing her up as her eyes flick over the odd circuitry-like patterns on her arms. Implants, or decoration? It's hard to tell what her "thing" might be, if she has any. Dismissing it, she looks back to the ring, focusing on the wild woman facing off against the Fist, a brow raising in appreciation at the brutal kicks.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly can't help but turn her lenses towards 'the Demon' at least briefly for that slightly high voice, a vague frown crossing her features. The shouting of Thor and well, let's face it... his general... presence, then drags her attention back to the room. It doesn't seem like she's particularly concerned about doing any stretching, but does start methodically pulling off the false nails from one hand and then the other, separating them from the flesh beneath without seeming sign of concern or pain. Patient and observant behind those lenses.

Insight has posed:
Georgie Goodspeed laughs and raises his glass to Thor, agreeing with his sentiments fully. "The ground game!" he reiterates. "Grab him and break him! Come on Feral! Yeah!!" Careful not to spill his own beer, he pumps his fist animatedly, trying to be the sort of fan he hopes for in the semi-pro circuit.

Feral has posed:
    "Got you," Vanya purrs as she feels her high feint rob the monk of his structure. Bearing down on him from above, she rushes in to smother his punch and secures a grab around his chest and neck. Smiling wider, she takes a half-step forward to get underneath their combined weight and stands herself up with half a grunt and half a roar of effort, holding her foe upside down.
    The feral brawler takes a moment to show off the hold, then bunny hops to complete a pile-driver onto the unforgiving concrete.

Sarah Osborn has posed:
The cat-girl seems to have the monk's number. Super powers generally are able to match training, but having both clearly helps. Goblin-Girl wonders who she will be matched against tomight, she has not been told.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "And Feral masteres the Invisible Fist," Roulette calls. The crowd cheers, wildly, not seeming to mind that Vanya seems to leave him knocked out, and not bleeing, or otherwise broken. It was a damn good fight, in their opinion.

    "One fight down, several to go. Next, up, we have Sublime, versus the dangerous Steppin' Razor. Steppin' Razor proved in her last fight here she is no slouch. Let's see how she does against Sublime."

Feral has posed:
'    After hitting the ground with a weighty thump that's lost to the noise of the crowd, Feral climbs back to her feet while letting the Invisible Fist fall how he may. Smiling ear to ear with a primal shine to her eyes, she spins in place to drink in the crowd's awards while raising both arms and flexing with a heady roar and laugh of victory.
    Once she's indulge her show-boating urge, the predatory woman walks to the side of the pit and climbs her way back out of the cage, not looking significantly worse for wear except a trickle of blood leaking from her mouth. The observant might notice her favouring the unbandaged right arm on the way back up.

Sublime has posed:
    With a last look at her opponent, Sublime saunters out into the ring, taking her position as she idly waves her arms to wave to the audience, a slight strut in her walk. Hey, if you're going to make an entrance, flaunt it! The athletic blonde finds her corner and turns to face the other side of the ring, then pops her neck as she waits for the Razor to take her place. Once she does, she then leans forwards into a short, polite bow, her eyes never leaving the other woman, waiting to see if she'll respond. Alert if she decides to skip the pleasantries and get right to the "talk" they're about to have.

Insight has posed:
Georgie Goodspeed cheers loudly as Feral plants The Invisible Fist into the concrete. Red faced from shouting, he's glad for a moment between matches. Cheering your hero on to victory is hard work! He sizes up the next two competitors, chewing his lower lip as he considers who he wants to bet on. He can't really decide to decides to keep his winnings so far as the odds don't tempt him nearly enough.

Georgie finds a spot to sit, tapping his fingers on a little table impatiently as the two new fighters get ready. Then it's time, he cheers loudly as Sublime waves to the crowd.

Thor has posed:
"GET THAT WOMAN A DRINK!" Thor claps loudly for the winner and he cheers, getting ready for the next fight as he looks to the other spectators. "Have you ever had the chance to fight someone? It's invigorating. You can see what you're made of. People don't realize how much they learn about themselves the first time you get hit in the face," he explains, as if he were teaching a class on quantum mechanics at MIT, the gravitas he carries in his expressions making it seem like he takes this very seriously. Still though, he looks to the two fighters. "My Gods. That one girl should just smother the girl in her giant b--iceps!" Thor edits himself quickly, but he grins, getting into the spirit of things.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Last time... Molly 'played'. This time... the nails are off, literally. She's shorter than Sublime by a wide margin, and doesn't seem inclined to particularly play up to the crowd tonight either, prowling into the cage with little more than the raise of a hand by way of acknowledgment to the crowd. Still, courtesy is offered, and courtesy returned in the act of bowing. Apparently the 'sunglasses', they stay on as she brings her hands up and flicks her fingers Sublime's way in invitation.

Sublime has posed:
    Sublime smiles lazily as she straightens, then her posture shifts, falling into a mobile Jeet Kune do stance as she charges in a sudden burst of motion, closing the distance between herself and the other woman as she snaps out a pair of short, fast kicks at her left side, aiming for her ribs, looking to knock the air out of her, even as she spins, planting the kicking foot as she tranforms it into a whirling roundhouse snap at her head. The mat creaks as she increases her density, the spinning kick coming at a heavier weight, like a chain and fail. She's looking to try and drop her now, before she can use whatever her particular talents might be.

Feral has posed:
    Gazing aimlessly around the assembled crowd now that she's out of the ring, Vanya doesn't immediately turn her attention to the next round, instead searching for a good place to wind down. A particularly loud cheer catches her ear and the feral woman's sharp eyes land on Thor.
    Lightly shined with sweat but already catching her breath from the intense but short bout, she wanders over with her hands lazily on her hips. "Nice cape. Don't tell me you're one of my future opponents," she greets gamely.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie laughs in good spirits as Thor calls for a drink for Feral. He's game, so he heads to the bar to get Feral said drink. He notes her moving to join Thor, so he brings it over to her. With a smile, he offers her the drink, saying, "Compliments of the God of Thunder. Awesome fight, Feral!" He flicks a glance at Thor and blushes, cowed in the face of an actual god. He returns to his own little slice of spectator heaven, starting to cheer for the smaller woman as the larger one launches at her with gusto. It could be a short fight and what's the fun in that?

Sarah Osborn has posed:
Goblin-Girl switches her attention to the new fighters, she has learned all she can from the first match. She still does not know who she is up against, but she is learning a lot from the fights.

Molly Millions has posed:
    There's appreciation from Molly for the way that Sublime comes at her. The slight shift in her stance and the way her hands are held reminiscent of Muay Thai for all the lack of aggression. Her forearm is used to block the first flurry of kicks with a flicker of a smile, but it's the sudden shift in the density that Molly wasn't expecting.
    That Molly is faster than she looks is probably the only thing that stops her from being flat knocked out by the roundhouse, certainly there's an audible crunch and the tinkle of glass to accompany the way that the smaller woman folds under the impact of Sublime's heel.
    But perhaps surprisingly the shorter woman doesn't stay down despite the bone-jarring crunch of foot and floor, rolling to her feet.
    One of those lenses is broken and the socket bloody, but it seems that just fuels the shorter woman from the way she launches herself from a crouch to try and knock Sublime down without really waiting for her vision to clear.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    Roulette calls, "And the fight gets underway, Sublime and Steppin' Razor go toe-to-toe. And ladies and gentlemen, just look at that lovely lady kick. Maybe next time we can watch her and Feral go at it, mmm? Wouldn't that be a lovely, bloody battle? One opponent at a time, though. Steppin' Razor -does- have surprises up her sleeve, if you recall. Wonder what else she has up there," her sultry voice teases. Then, "Owwwwwch. We heard that crunch all the way up here! Sublime's kick has seriously put the hurt on Steppin' Razor, but the girl has more grit than one might've given her credit for! She's still going for the win, folks."

Sublime has posed:
    Oh, she's FASt-

    That's all that has time to run through the blonde fighter's mind as the other woman rebounds almost immediately, before she can completely recover from the more showy spin kick. She counted on it to daze her...instead, she woofs as the other woman slams into her, knocking her off her feet even with her higher density as she hits the mat with a loud SMACK, hand slapping to break the impact.

    She immediately retaliates, her hands chopping down at Molly's shoulders, aiming for the sensitive nerves at the top even as she rolls, shifting to to put the other woman under her as she grips with her knees. A flurry of fists follow it up, fast jabs raining down at Molly's face and upper body, the blonde relying on speed and the heavier impacts of her dense fists to pound her back into the mat, her blue eyes flashing. "Stay...the...hell...down!"

Feral has posed:
    Feral smiles back when she's offered a drink and flashes another hint of her canines - it's just natural for her it seems. "Thanks. Short, but I had fun," she replies to the tall domino mask and takes a sip, only to pause and quirk an eyebrow as she looks back at the unmasked blonde.
    "God of Thunder? That's quite the nickname..." The distinctive *crack!* catches Feral's ear and the wild fighter turns back to the ring to catch up on what she missed.

Sarah Osborn has posed:
The fight looks painful. hopefully Raaor heals like Sarah does, or that eye wound could be serious. Looks like Sublime has this round in hand.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson grins and claps glasses with Feral and nods to the other arrival as well. "It's one of a few I have. Not my favorite but it tends to get the job done as far as keeping people from getting too eager to line up and see what I am about. Apparently, no one really likes getting electrocuted." Thor grins though, watching the new fight as he says, "I dont' think there's any way that the little one is going to be able to take that kind of beating for much longer." He steps back, allowing the little triangle to form as they watch the fight and converse. He does look to Feral's right arm, "Gonna heal up quickly? I'm guessing with you winning you're going to have to go again soon." He's a leader of warriors and men. He can spot when someone's favoring something in a fight or battle - he's trained to.

Molly Millions has posed:
    It's going to hurt; Molly isn't immune to Sublime's blows by any measure. The positions get reversed, and then reversed again where the smaller woman wedges a leg up to jam in Sublime's side and buy her the flip. It's not pretty, by any measure. The Razor is going to be hurting. Not that she's not getting in her own blows but it might seem like the last rally right up until Molly jams her hand up under Sublime's jaw. The really observant might notice the glint of silver in her hand, maybe mistakable as a shard of her lense... maybe noticable as blades extruding from her finger tips as she endeavors to hold Sublime's head still with the other hand,"Submit, or die." the guttural insistence from the bloodied woman, waiting for Sublime to tap before she staggers to her feet and offer the other woman a hand. Chances are beyond good she's not going to be going a second round tonight at least, victory or no.

Sublime has posed:
    Sublime pants, glaring a bit at the woman gripping her head, her chest heaving a little, her eyes widening a bit at the blade. "...goddammit..." she mutters, then slaps the mat as she taps out.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie smiles at Thor's assessment, but gives a shrug. "It's amazing what someone can endure if they want to win bad enough." He glances at the fight and winces as he sees what's happening to Steppin' Razor now. "Holy cats," he says with a hint of empathy. He calls loudly, "Come on Razor! Make your move! Finish it!"

    He smiles at Feral then and says with a smirk, "Short and sweet is the name of the game."

    Georgie's attention flicks back to the match and he grins, cheering louder and louder as Sublime finally has to tap out.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "A surprise twist," calls Roulette, "And the crowd hates it. Apparently they wanted to see Sublime crunch Steppin' Razor into dust. But, somehow, and we're not sure how, Steppin' Razor turned her disadvantage into the win, the betting pool on her next time will be interesting to see."
    Indeed, the crowd hates it, boos are rising up from the crowd that'd hoped to see far more violence. They certainly thought Sublime was going to win that one.
    "Next, we have The Demon, versus ... The Steel Serpent. All bets are on, until the contestants enter the ring. Get the final money in, folks."

Feral has posed:
    "I prefer a good fist fight," Vanya admits to Thor as she knocks glasses and turns back to study the fight. It might be a trick of the light outside the ring but the brown of her eyes seems a little more yellowed than they did while she was fighting. "Well, that was unexpected," she grins against the roaring cheer around her.
    Glancing back at the caped man beside her without too much more than a parting look at the fight's aftermath, she clenches a fist and gives her good right arm a firm flex to show all its well-honed muscles primed and ready.
    "No one else is getting a buy, I'm good enough to go again. Besides, my other three limbs are just~ fine."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The Demon widens his expression, cheeky girl, she used a blade! "Yeah!" He exclaims, the tactic was great, he'd learned in the League that you fight to win, not fight clean. He heard his name called and he punched his fist into his palm, time to get this show on the road.

  Damian made his way to the cage, taking a moment to turn around in the cage, looking it over before he lifted his hood. He would offer a short and swift bow, only enough to show a modicum of respect. In The Demon's eyes, this guy was gonna go down.

Insight has posed:
    As the next match sets up, Georgie glances at the two opponents. His eyes narrow as he sizes them up. He excuses himself after a moment to go place a wager on The Demon, betting all he won on Feral.

    On his way back, he grabs a new round for Thor, Feral and himself, offering them up as he returns. He cheers for The Demon as the short contestant enters the cage, fist pumping and voice starting to go hoarse at this point. Nothing another drink can't fix though!

Sublime has posed:
Sheublime rolls up and trots off the mat, moving back to the competitor area, her back a bit stiff as she scowls. She waits for Molly to catch up. "Blades, really? They wouldn't even let me bring my staff!" She huffs, her bangs flicking up slightly at the motion as she reaches back to adjust her hair bun.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    The Steel Serpent's chest is bare, sporting a strange tattoo. There is a mask tied around the top of his head, only allowing for eye-holes, and his half-jacket, and pants are purple and yellow. The man stands with a calm energy that Damian would recognize easily -- the Steel Serpent is, indeed, a Master.
    The man bows in return, and quickly moves into Tiger Stance, a flurry of fists oncoming before smoothly transitioning into Snake for a jab to his opponents arm for a straight-on nerve strike that would render Damian incapable of using it, while at the same time keeping his defenses up. Finding a weak point on him is going to be hard.

Thor has posed:
"Right? I did not see that coming," he says, and grins to both. The woman's love of a good fist fight only warms his heart. "Well...if you ever want to see how much you can take," he says, "Look me up." He seems about to make a comment, looking to the woman's tattoo before he decides not to. "Who are you betting on? The Steel Serpent is a horrible name. Steel is not very flexible....I'd go with The Demon - simple, classic...I like it!" Becuase you know, apparently Damian needs help making bets from Thor who totally called the last one 100 percent incorrect. Stiil though, there is nothing but fun to be had today in watching the fights. "I should have signed up. This would have been fun. I thought this was going to be one of those boring, referees and glove affairs. You all are doing this the right way!"

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly brings up a hand to her face with a grimace. With the fight finished, she's got no anger towards Sublime, even with the ruin of her lense and the battering of her body. The boo's? They don't bother her at all as she passes the back of a hand across her nose, turning her head to spit and heading back towards the pit. Sharp eyes would be able to tell it takes everything she has not to show pain right now. But there's an image to keep up. She's definitely slower in her prowl back to the pit in Sublime's wake.
    "We use what we have." there's a painful half-shrug Sublime's way, unapologetic about it as she finds a place to sit,"And I've been hit by plenty of people, so don't try to convince me that kick was normal, either." daintily she endeavors to pull some of the shards from her damaged socket and offers it Sublime's way as if by indicating which one she means.

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel mutters a bit, then sighs a bit, watching the other woman try to pull the shards out. "....point." she says, with poor grace, then frowns. "...you need a hand with that?" she asks after a moment, watching Molly trying to get the slivers out. "...I didn't know you'd, like...shatter like that..." she admits.

Feral has posed:
    "I think I will, 'God of Thunder'. And if you think you're that hot, ask for me some time," Feral challenges gamely. There's just a little twinkle in her eye as she catches the man staring at her face and she gives a knowing grin before turning to the domino masked man to accept her second drink. With the progress she's made with her first one this leaves the brawler double-fisted with alcohol. Surely nothing dangerous about this at all!
    "I already won my money; I bet on myself," she notes smugly, though the goings-on down below manage to hold her attention this time and Feral squints slightly as her grin grows. "He knows what he's doing..."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The Demon makes quick work sizing up the Steel Serpent. He dodges the fist flurry multiple times, with barely enough time to handspring back from a nerve strike. If anything was his advantage, it was his size, it made him light on his feet, and easy to jump. The small teenager returns to the air to attack, unleashing a flurry of his own to the head of the serpent. He was going to try for the old adage of using Steel Serpent's higher center of gravity against him. If he can daze this Master, he may be able to take him out faster than he thought.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie laughs a little at what Thor thought this would be. "I've only really done semi-pro fighting. Lots of rules and crap. Maybe..." he says, trailing off as he watches The Demon and The Steel Serpent start to trade blows. "Go Demon!" he shouts loudly. He's on his feet, cheering as he sees the boy's strategy. "Roll him!" he shouts before giving a sheepish grin to Thor and Feral. "Sorry," he apologizes. "I get all excited."

Sarah Osborn has posed:
Demon is young, but very well trained, that is Sarah's evaluation. Possibly not young, but it looks as if you are dealing with a person who is still growing...or possibly who heals so well their joints and nerves are not impaired, but more likely young. The well trained is from the economy of movement and the effectiveness of his strategy...clearly someone who has much experience.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "The tiny little Demon is fast, but the Steel Serpent is clearly dangerous. And ---," and even Roulette's voice isn't quick enough to call the twisting leap that the Steel Serpent provides after the boys strike lands -- the Steel Serpent jumps back, then rolls back further and takes an offensive stance before jumping a great distance like a leaping predator, landing a brutal kick on Damian. And, depending on Damian's training, the boy may or may not recognize the power of Chi invested into the follow-up hand-strike to the mid-section at the low-center of gravity. Even if blocked, it's going to hurt Damian. A lot. Maybe even shatter his bones. He's more than a capable opponent for Damian, and the crowd is in a stirred frenzy again.
    But the move has left the Steel Serpent open, briefly, as he extends himself and counts on the chi-oriented attack to take out The Demon.

Molly Millions has posed:
    "You want to go digging in my eye for shards of glass?" Molly can't help but ask of Sublime with some amusement before gesturing vaguely,"Sure. Why not?" she can only keep an eye on the current fight with her good eye, but she does what she can,"You'd have won, if it had gone on much longer. At least three of my ribs are broken and so's the right collarbone in addition to my eye. But, well, I bet on myself." of course she did. At least there's the grace to smile slyly at the other woman.

Thor has posed:
"He's athletic. So much jumping around! But they seem to be a fair match. It's not fair when it's one sided. And you can't see what another person can do. That's what really makes a good fighter...how they have learned to exceed the limits of what the mind tells them they need to stop at. Others call that heart...but it's that ability to push past where the mind says stop, no more. I really enjoy how so far everyone has. That last fight especially...." he says before looking over to Vanya. "No offense. Yours was good too but that last one, the one fighter Razor Cakes...she took a beating but like our masked friend here said, it's amazing what one can endure." Yup...sure, he got the girl's name wrong but he had a nice sentiment. That's Thor for you - details, shmetails. Vanya gets a bit of a sly smile though at her offer. Yeah...they're gonna have to fight. Friendly like.

Sarah Osborn has posed:
Goblin-girl's auric scanner detects the energy flare, she can not tell chi from magic or a super power, it is not that accurate without proper analysis, but she can tell SOMETHING more than just skill is in play. She wonders if the kid can cope.

Sublime has posed:
    The blonde fighter snorts a bit as moves a bit closer. "Me too..." she says with a grumble. "And I've dealt with worse, at least I can see what's embedded." Oh gawd, the DV8 memories. "Okay, this will be weird. But hold still." She carefully rests her finger on the shards then in quick motion slides her left hand...into Molly's head.

    Suprisingly less blood than expected!

    Mostly because her hand is phased, as she deftly phases the shards to get them to touch her palm, then just lifts them out as she removes her hand, then offers Molly a palm of shards. "Need these?" she says. Okay, it was a LITTLE mean to not warn her EXACTLY what she was about to do...

Feral has posed:
    "Too short," Feral agrees contritely to Thor. "You should have seen the fight that did this to my arm; that had much more... meat." The orange-eyed woman licks her lips as she watches the fight building towards a climax. "I hope Steel survives. I want to fight that..." she purrs covetously.
    The domino mask's apology causes her eyes to flit away for a moment as she reaches into her ear and pulls out a discretely-placed earplug. "Yell all you want, I brought protection," Feral smirks.

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Sounds like I owe you some money then." Molly grunts for Sublime unpreturbed. The eye underneath the lense is ruined for the time being, even if it's not actively oozing down her face. She's good at holding still at least, though if Sublime can tell 'texture' in that state, the shards of glass are hardly the only foreign material in Molly's head. There's the flare of Molly's nostrils as the odd sensation passes through her head and it takes an effort of will to stay still.
    The result, however? That forestalls more than the long stare from behind the silver lense over the remaining eye, extending her hand to accept the shards,"That was..." creepy, unpleasant, alarming,"...different." the razorgirl elects to go with in the end,"Thank you. That should help it. Can I buy you a drink?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The Demon scraped against the floor following that kick, he managed to block the chi-strike slightly, but he had felt ribs crack and a pain he hadn't felt since he was sparring against the Masters in the League. He could hear his grandfather in his mind. 'You are the heir to The Demon. Nothing other than victory is accepted, Damian, at any cost.'

  The boy had seen it, given himself an opening in which to work. A mighty yell comes from The Demon, before he leapt in the air, aiming a kick for Steel Serpent's chest, and beginning his move to finish the fight. He followed up immediately by sitting atop the great man's shoulders, using the power of Steel Serpent's weight against him, Damian arched backwards, maintaining a grip on the Serpent's head, maneuvering all that weight into a Frankensteiner, flipping backwards and focusing all of the weight of the larger man to the top of the head and neck as Damian controls the fall. As Damian lands, he coughs up a fair amount of blood, he had split more ribs than he'd thought.

Sublime has posed:
    Sublime gets a little smirk to her lips, folding her arms. "...sure. You got the money now." she says dryly. She rubs a little at some of the spots Molly got good shots on, wincing a bit. Yup. Little bruise. She didn't have her density turned ALL the way back up, that would have just been cheating. As opposed to a LITTLE density to help. Tooootally different. "...you got some way to heal that?" she says curiously as she glances at the eye.

Sarah Osborn has posed:
That move had to be hard to pull with the injuries the Demon probably suffered. Whoever he is he must have a remarkable ability to ignore pain, at least temporarily. We will see how the Steel Serpant can take it...

Insight has posed:
    Georgie goes quiet as he fancies he can hear the ribs breaking on The Demon from The Steel Serpent's kick. The empath's face drains of color as the intensity of a chi-struck blow hurts the boy badly. His breath catches as he watches The Demon rally and it seems the smaller man finally gets the taller at a disadvantage. Everything else is temporarily forgotten as he waits to see if the Steel Serpent has more left to give after the The Demon's would-be finishing maneuver.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    This is more like it, according to the crowd's reaction. "---And ladies and gentleman, what a -fight-. That happened so fast, I couldn't even call it. Amazing," Roulette cries, as the Steel Serpent lays unconscious, still, but breathing and Damian coughs up a pool of blood. "The Demon lives up to his name, and so does the Steel Serpent. Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm not sure we can top that. But, we'll certainly try. With our next match. And, our last match, before our main event of the evening. Goblin-Girl is back. And she will be facing none other than Karai, daughter of the Shredder. You know her. You love her. You may have had someone killed by her. And she's already stated she'll be providing us our first death tonight, if she wins. Let's see what happens."

    The dark haired woman in grey walks out, looking almost pleased, a little sadistic smile on her features as she considers her opponent.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Showing up late for the show, one of the previous evening's combatants, a masked Merc named Horror show makes a late appearance, strutting into the theater seating wearing a dapper suit, white gloves and vest, a half cloak and top hat. He's also wearing his HorrorShow helmet to hide his identity so it looks more than a little odd. How does he get the top-hat to stay on the top of his killing helm? Magnets of course! He walks in dressed to the nines for the masquerade he even has a fancy rich person cane with a silver skull on it with ruby eyes. No combat boots and merc gear tonight. Just a combination of themely style and practical identity protection. Slipping into a seat he joins the crowd, one face among many, his just happens to be armored. Curses! Missed all the best fights again!

Molly Millions has posed:
    "It'll heal." Molly says with a dip of her head for Sublime, careful about getting to her feet,"Molly." she offers, not particularly concerned about not using her ring moniker as let's Sublime go first,"Don't want to go too far though, Goblin girl's after this kid and then the big one if it's like last time. Maybe Horrow Show will show up again... either way should be interesting." she's not in a hurry to walk. Maybe she's sort of waiting for the Demon to get out of the ring, at least to judge from the way she rasps his way,"Hey. Drink?" by way of offer.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian manages to pick himself up, clutching his ribs with one arm, and wiping the blood from his face with the other. He at least has the strength to make it out of the cage, his head held high and proud. He looks to Molly, accepting her offer. "Tea, oolong." He says, with a grin, blood stained his normally pearly white teeth. He lowers his hood, keeping the domino mask on for now.

Thor has posed:
"It's a good thing there's some time in between fights," he says while watching that one. Both of them clearly gave as good as they got, but there's a genuine applause form him for The Demon as he wins the fight. "That...he's going to feel in the morning." He seems to be pleased, and then nods to the man in the domino mask once more. "You're making a killing my friend. Good on you!" Gambling, drinking, fighting. The only thing missing is women and Thor would pretty much be in his happy place. But, he's close to being taken these days so it's probably for the best that it's a good three out of four. He takes out his cellular phone and types in the name 'Feral' before he hands it over to Vanya. "For our mutual beat-down," he says with a grin, the phone on the place for her to enter her number and such for a future date! A fight date.

Sublime has posed:
    Sublime nods to Molly, idly putting her arms behind the back of her as she stretches, trying to work out a tight muscle on her side. Definitely a bruise. "...Rachel." she offers back after a moment. "Yeah, I want to at least see the other fights too. Mmm, pale ale?" she says, hopefully. Probably not, but she'll settle for a Corona if necessary at this point.

Feral has posed:
    Feral shakes her head with an appreciative smile as she catches the fight's conclusion. "Lucky dog... Good, he's not dead." Turning back to Thor as she's offered a phone, the orange-eyed woman looks down at it quizzically, then back at its owner. She chuckles and hands it back unaltered. "If you want to fight me do it the old-fashion way. I don't have one of these."

Sarah Osborn has posed:
Goblin-girl steps into the ring with her "eyes" glowing yellow and gives a shrieking cackle. Not that he is crazy or anything, but it seems to be a trademake of the goblin characters out there. She assumes a crouched but balanced pose and waits. She is vaguely familiar with the Shredder, but has not heard of him having a daughter. Odds are good she is trained in Ninjitsu though, and likely has good armor, probably better than her own and possibly enchantec. She will turn off the Scanner after checking thiough...causing her eye-glow to fade. She will need to know where the bars are.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie explodes with a cheer as The Demon wins and The Steel Serpent is cleaned up like so much rubbish. He flumps down into a chair, panting from holding his breath. It was double or nothing and he had a flicker of doubt.

    He flashes a grin at Thor and bobs his head. "I'm pretty good at spotting winners." He laughs and blushes with a little shrug. He makes a gesture, dismissing his own insight and any question on from whence it might come.

    He pushes himself off his seat and heads to get his winnings.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Tea?" Molly can't help but snort for Damian's poison of choice, prowling by Thor and Vanya in their three little ducklings towards the alcohol,"Molly." gets offered again for Damian,"Rachel." gets added for Sublime,"I'm going with vodka." she declares with a nod for the other two to find a seat while she goes to procure the drinks. Apparently content for her ruined eye to at least keep some of the louder grumblers from getting too mouthy over their disappointment in her win.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    Karai is, indeed, wearing armor. A suit of it, like, and unlike that of her father. There are not the razor barbed gauntlets, or the mask, for one. It is light, flexible, and strong enough to turn a blade, though she carries none in. She gives the merest of bows, so faint that it might be missed, before she takes her own martial stance, slowly circling her opponent before moving in, first, trying a low centered kick to see how well Goblin-Girl is trained, one would need advanced training to dodge or block it in most cases. She follows this up with a series of quick, stagger kicks intended to knock her opponent off balance, before moving in further for a complex body toss and twist where she can have Goblin-Girl on the mat, and try and finish the costumed goblin off.
    She is good. There's a reason she's second in command of the Footclan, no doubt.

Sublime has posed:
    A delicate blond brow raises as she tilts her head at Damian. Ooookay. Younger than she was expecting for this place, but he must be like a ninja or something. She nods to Molly, waving absently as she goes to fetch drinks, then saunters over a nearby small table and pulls out a chair absently for Damian as she goes past, before seating herself, crossing her legs almost daintily. She regards the younger boy thoughfully. "Good fight." she admits "Cracked rib?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian looks to Molly. "Damian." He offers, still clutching his side as he found the seat that Sublime had opened for him. Many happy gamblers that took the bet on him pass by to cheer and see the boy who had just won them that money. He watched the next fight as well, he was in his element, if not putting off any medical attention for now.

Sarah Osborn has posed:
This will be tough, Goblin-girl's reflexes and strength allow her to dodge with inhuman agility...but her lack of advanced training is probably obvious to all the best fighters here. She clearly knows how to fight, but not with the controlled skill of many of the other fighters. She winds up flipped into the mat...it would knock the wind outr of most people and possibly break bones. Goblin-girl is not most people. She has strength and toughness fifty times those of a normal girl, hitting the mat barely slows her as she hits curled in a ball and uses her shoulders being on the mat to kick out with strength and enhanced speed.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    The kickout causes Karai a measure of surprise - Goblin-Girl should not have been able to do that. She turns, whirling around to find her opponent again, moving towards the other girl and slides into a another low-aimed kick at the girl's legs. She hasn't yet hazarded just how reslient Goblin-Girl is, but she has overestimated her opponent, she believes. Thus, her guard is lowered. And if Goblin-Girl can used her vision to see it? She can take advantage of it. That split moment when Karai is enjoying the fight, and going to take a few extra moments to just -punish- her opponent.

    Roulette continues to call the shots from the skybox, working the crowd into a veritable frenzy.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly's no stranger to carrying multiple drinks. Vodka bottle clutched between thumb and index, a couple of different kinds of beer that were described as 'pale'. A tea cup with the pot of tea to follow. It's not until she gets them back to the procured table and sets them down that she gives in to the urge to work her hand over its partner with her odd, nailless fingers to try and stop the urge to cramp and twitch passing through them, settling onto a seat with the two younger people.
    "Tea's going to be a few." she offers his way as the still covered eye goes back to the fighting at last, vodka poured before she digs the false nails back out of her pocket and starts snapping them back onto her fingers placidly,"That Goblin Girl lacks the training of the other one, but she won last time... and she's going to win this time too." she predicts.

Sublime has posed:
    The blonde reaches over to take Damian's hand, shaking firmly. "Rachel." she says, then settles back to follow the fight as well. At least she can learn a few tricks maybe this way? She smiles a bit as Molly returns, reaching out to take one of the bottles, tapping her fingernail against the top absently before she takes a long drink. "Thanks..." She nods slightly. "...she's not smooth, but she's strong..." she says in agreement.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson seems slightlysurprised as he looks to Vanya. "I thought you all were born with these," he says, Vanya now the represenative of humanity. Still, he takes it back and puts it to his pocket, "I didn't either until recently. I'll just have to hunt you down," he teases, the woman having the name Feral, he deliberately uses something predatory if for no other reason than to hopefully, playfully, get a little response as he grins to Georgie. "I should go take a few notes on the fighters. I may have to decide who I want to try to lure into working with us if needed. There's some impressive skill here. I hope you'll all pardon me for a moment?" And so the Crown Prince of Asgard gives a bow and steps off to the side to find a place to sit and he pulls out an actual small pad of paper and those little pencils and starts to write...in very odd symbols. Anyone read Asgardian?

Sarah Osborn has posed:
There is nothing inherantly superior about Goblin-girl's vision...but her mind, not THAT is superior. She is smart enough to catch the minute opening that her enhanced reflexes see...and to tell that to exploit it she will have to move INTO the attack. This is going to hurt, even with the armor. Good thing she also HEALS fifty times as fast as noemal. She launches a flat feint towards her enemy's eyes...remembering the manuever invisible-fist used, and when the opposing blow hits, she pushes INTO the blow to throw the enemy off balance before spinning into a hard spin-kick to the solar plexus.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian gives a hearty nod to Sublime as they shake hands. "Multiple if not broken, that last strike was...not a regular strike." He hadn't known what it was, but he knew it had to be something quite potent. "Thank you." He offers to Molly, letting the tea steep for the appropriate amount of time before serving himself. It was refreshing, and it soothed his pain, somewhat. He made a note of Karai's dealing of punishment to the other combatant, he didn't make any obvious remark, but one could see he was a bit off put by the blatant sadism.

Insight has posed:
    After Georgie receives his double-or-nothing payout and an irritated book-maker makes some snide remark, Georgie makes his way over towards The Demon. His stride is fairly tentative at first, but it gains confidence as he gets closer. The waits in line for his chance to wish the boy well, one of the many who made some money tonight. When it is his turn, he gives Damian's shoulder a squeeze as he congratulates, "Made a lot of money on ya tonight, Demon." He gives a wink and says, "Might have to give some to the next charity ball, huh?"

    As he makes that brief physical contact, the empath reaches out to Damian with his own aura or heart, using it to soothe the boy's pain. Broken ribs make it hard to breathe. He hasn't mastered empathic healing to knit the wounds yet, but baby steps.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    And just like that, Karai is down, slamming her head, unfortunately, back into the pole of the cage she'd gotten to close to. Her body goes limp. "And, the Goblin-Girl has a perfect record in our magnificant Fight Club."

    Roulette only pauses a moment, waiting for Goblin Girl to clear the arena, and Karai to be drug off. "And now, Ladies & Gentlemen, I bring you tonight's main event!! First, our challenger. You all know him. Many of you fear him. Some, respect him. Others hate him. He is a man of few words, and, perhaps by some regarded as one of the most lethal martial artists on the planet. I give you ... none other than the Bronze Tiger!!"

    A dark man lumbers into the arena. His face is severe. This - is more than a mere fight for him. This is more than a proving ground. His body is both relaxed, and poised. He is a man who has murdered before. And may again.

    "And, his opponent for this evening is last week's champion, Horror Show, who single-handedly took out, and killed, The Demon Child. Two deaths, in one match. Shall there be another, tonight? Both men -have- murdered in the arena before. Both men likely will again. Horror Show - give the crowd what they want."

    Bronze Tiger does not seem amused, or entertained by the showmanship, however skilled, by Roulette. His eyes, instead, are fixaed on Horror Show. Waiting for the arrival of the man.

Feral has posed:
    If Feral is representing humanity, Thor is set to learn all kinds of wrong things... the dark-haired woman chuckles. "Hunt away," she goads, taking kindly to the phrase. As one conversation partner and then the other wanders off it's of little consequence to the woman brawler. She's got *two* drinks and the rest of a fight to watch. Feral won't be bored any time soon.

Molly Millions has posed:
    There's a ridge forming around Molly's damaged socket. The healing isn't obvious, isn't fast unless someone's paying attention to it over time, but the way the skin starts to form despite the absent lense, and observation of its twin suggesting that they were surgically inset. The eye underneath is still a garish thing of milk white and rheumy yellow as busy little nanites endeavor to work on that injury as a priority. The first vodka shot is tossed back like it was mothers milk and a second one poured even as she nods in satisfaction at Goblin-Girl's win... chances are good she had money in that one.
    "This is the guy to watch. Horrow Show. Last time he tore a limb from one of the other combatants and used it to stab his opponent to death." there's no particular inflection in her voice. She's not appalled by it, but neither does she possess sadistic glee about it. Georgie's presence is noted with the raise of her head and the tilt of her one good eye his way, the loft of her brow Damian's way perhaps silent inquiry/permission that if he wanted Georgie to join them or move on he's got the lean woman's backing at least.

Sublime has posed:
    Sublime nods commiserating to Damian. "Those are the worst...they don't even want you to wrap them these days, too." She says, nocking back her drink. She notices the odd ridge forming over Molly's eye, staring curiously for a second before she catches herself, twitching directly to look at her gaze instead. "Horror Show? Damn....sounds nasty.." she says thoughfully.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian looks to the man behind the domino mask, recognizing that voice and the obvious hint that he knew him. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asks, more astounded that Georgie was here than angry that he'd been made. And then there was that soothing feeling, dang. Damian looks quickly to Molly, seeing that she doesn't mind him joining, he pulls a chair for Georgie.

Insight has posed:
Georgie Goodspeed catches a bit of the subtext between Damian and Molly. When Damian offers the seat, he gives it a moments thought, but then has a seat. He jokes mildly, "Hope nobody mistakes me for a real fighter." He laughs a little and replaces his hand on Damian's shoulder a moment. "How's the oolong here?" he asks Damian.

    To Molly, he offers a smile and congratulates, "Awesome fight too, by the way, Razor. I was rooting for you too. Thor thought for sure that you were done for." He winks, eyes sparkling behind the mask. "You proved a god wrong tonight."

    Sublime gets a little smile and wink. "You had a God betting on you and I'm not sure I could give a better compliment than that. Awesome fight."

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Not the nastiest I've seen, but 'fair play' isn't in his book." Molly grunts as her attention goes back towards the ring, her hand still massaging it's partner to ease the tremor passing through it. She's at least more moderate about the second shot, expelling a breath as her own kind of pain management is indulged in.
    "Who's Thor?" is asked of Georgie without taking her eyes from the cage, with a grimace at the word 'god'. Something's muttered sotto voce by the razorgirl with the slightest shake of her head.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
The killer in the dapper cape and top hat stands and waves to the people as the spotlight focuses on him. He touches the underside of his mask and his voice is amplified, electronically distorted as well, "Ladies and Gentlemen! Are we here for a fight?!" he asks as he steps out and walks down towards the stage, "Are we here for some CARNAGE?!" he asks then he reaches over and RIIPS one side of his vest off then the other with his other hand, "Are we here for some BLOOD?!" he asks as both hands rip open his white dress shirt exposing a green dragon tattooed chest under it. Then he leaps up into the entrance of the ring and turns to face the audience, "ARE WE HERE FOR A HORROR SHOW?!?!" he yells to get the crowd riled up. "I sure hope so!! Because that's what you're gonna get!!" he says stepping backwards into the ring with his hands up waving the audience on in their blood lust, "Say my NAAAME!!!" he bellows and they start to chant as the ring is sealed. He turns and looks at tiger turning off the amp, "Don't worry. They have great healthcare here."

Sarah Osborn has posed:
Goblin-Girl leaves the preparation area. While she is happy she won, she is not really pleased with her methods. Winning by brute force and toughness is not going to work on Spider-man. Still, that is why she is here, right, to learn the skills she will need. She is not sure she will learn much useful from this fight, but she will watch anyway.

Sublime has posed:
    The blonde sitting with Molly and Damian nods to Georgie as he arrives, though she shoots a bit of a pout at him as she finds out she was betting on her opponent. Siiiigh. Well, it's not like she has much of a name for herself. Yet. And the idea that a god was betting on her does perk her up. "A god, really?" she says with more interest. "Thanks. We have actual gods hanging out here? Kinda slumming a little for one..." she says thoughfully, running her fingertip over the top of her bottle to make it chime lightly, just a bit. "Wait, it's THOR? What do you mean, 'who's THOR?'"

Sublime has posed:
    Because that at least is a god Sublime, product of fairly good private schools, remembers from her Classics course.

Thor has posed:
He's not completely oblivious. He is, however, impressed by the showmanship as he looks to Horror Show and the guy working the microphone. It's a fairly impressive showing so far, and he claps a bit, getting into it. Though he hears the 'who's Thor' and looks up, giving a wave. A sort of 'yoo hoo' type wave, and he joins in the chant. "HOR-ROR! HOR-ROR!" Why not, it's a good time right? And so he sits back, putting his notes away and preparing to enjoy what seems to promise to be a rather interesting fight on all acounts.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    The final bets begin to pour in, money changing hands as quickly as the words that Horror Show speaks. The crowd, indeed, is riled up. Riled up from the prior fights, from the broken crunches and blood. From the viciousness of the fights. And, from Horror Show's guidance. Roulette doesn't even say anything to add to it, now.

    Bronze Tiger looks back at Creed, and says, quietly, "You. Are not a challenge." He has already assessed Creed's movement, his mannerisms. He knows this. It is, to the legend that is the Bronze Tiger, a fact. He waits, until the cage is closed. And then the man that might very well be one of the best in the world moves towards Horror Show in his own costume that simulates his name. The man moves like a roaring blaze, towards Horror Show. And his martial prowess makes that of Karai look slow, ungraceful. Everything about his flurry of punches shows he is not just trying to beat Horror Show. He's out to kill the man.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie nods and taps his nose at Sublime's explanation. "Avengers. Norse God of War and Thunder. Believed that a good fight got you into Valhalla, yaknow? Where else would he be?" He gets caught by Horror Show then, rising and cheering, taking up the chant with the rest of the unwashed masses. He can't help himself, so places his bet on Horror Show. Triple or nothing. If he wins, he can think about that new car he's been eyeing.

    After a short trip to the bar for another drink, just a soda this time, he returns to his seat beside Damian, watching the fight with interest.

Sarah Osborn has posed:
Goblin-girl hears the talk about Thor, she knows who he is Mythologically, and that the Avenger claims to actually be him. She sneaks a clance at him using her auric scanner and ascertains that whatever he is, he is something far more than human.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly turns her damaged face Sublime's way, the one rheumy eye still sightless but perhaps conveying the blankness of her expression. Yeh, she really did ask that question. The chanting of the crowd isn't something she joins in on, and in fact it seems to set her teeth on edge just a little,"Wait. War?" and she actually stands up to look around. Her eyes totally passing over Thor without recognition in the slightest. She does a scan of the entire room before she frowns just slightly and then points Thor's way,"What, him? That's not War." she insists, for all that she does raise a glass his way in acknowledgment before sitting down again.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian looks to Georgie. "Not half bad, I usually go for something a little more fermented, but anything just tastes good." Damian takes a good look at Horror Show, but he's not quite sure what to make of him.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
In the last fight, Horror Show was brutal but efficient. He studied his opponent, he watched how they worked, he found their weakness and exploited them. That is what Tiger is expecting to overwhelm a logical, thinking opponent. That is not what he gets. Horrow Show attacks with an entirely different style this time, not defensive, not planned, not organized, no style, no system, he matches Tyger's ferocity with his own savage bloodlust! No defenses, only blocking the killing blows he takes the hits because the more you defend the less pain you are causing. It's like watching to savage animals go at it. Skills are built on a system of rules and techniques designed to deal with other people who fight with rules and techniques, those give way to two men simply becoming beasts.

A non stop series of brutal attacks, too and on both sides, some so fast it's hard see, to the face, to the body, spinning, kicking, punching, it's hard to tell where one movement ends and the next begins because they all use momentum from the previous movement each using the strength of the other's blows to augment their own.

It's a ballet of pain and blood, hitting each other in both vital and non vital places but Tiger is smart and he realizes that this savagery could go on long enough for his opponent to find an opening. He needs to finish it fast. Who ever gets a grapple on the other guy first is going to win. They both know it.

Horror Show makes a mistake, it's a small mistake. He puts too much weight on his front leg, he leaves himself too tied down to the one position and Tiger has his chance.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson gets up during the fight and quickly makes his way over near the table where he is being discussed. Those extra awesome senses. Yanno? So he picks up on what is being said and he says in a most not-godly fashion, "I am too!" Which will be hilarious if he and Molly dissolve into an are-not am too argument, but he gives that wave again, squatting down near them and looking at the match, giving each side a fair chance in this one as he weighs who may or may not win. "I well...huh...." what do you do when someone introduces who you are and the answer back from the other person is 'nuh-uh.' He just hangs out, in case he's needed to prove he is who it's said he is.

Sarah Osborn has posed:
This fight is not helping, it is not about Finesse or training. She keeps watching, but douts she will learn anything here.

Sublime has posed:
    Sublime lets out an indelicate snort. "Of course not! He's got the hammer, that's totally Thor. HOw can you not know Thor? He's like, one of the cool kid gods." Which she knows something about...being a cool kid, anyway. Long past these days. "Wait, you know the god of War?" she says curiously at Molly. "Seriously? He's around too?" And then Thor arrives, blinking. "Uh...h-hi.." she stammers, suddenly feeling like she's 13 again as she stares waaaay up at the god of thunder.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly tops up her vodka,"Gods." she's trying, and failing, to keep the tone out of her voice, which no doubt wins her extra bonus points when Thor actually arrives at the table and she tilts her head back and then states with absolute certainty,"No, you're not." for all that she shifts her seat with a grunt of pain to make room for the blond 'invader',"Unless there's multiple gods of war. Which would sort of negate the whole omnipotent immortal aspect their supposed to have... wouldn't it?" from the furrow of her brow that's the point she's not sure on.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    Bronze Tiger slams his fist into Creed's side, following up with a leg-sweep, into a throat chop to take his opponent down. He is about to finish Creed off, with the howls and cat-calls, the deafening roar and screams of the crowd encouraging him to do it, when something unexpected happens. The floor begins to give out. Slowly. The middle of the floor opens, and someone new rises up, in the center of the ring as happened last time. The crowd howls, as Roulette muses, "And, anything can change. All bets -will- be honored for the first fight, Ladies and Gentlemen. But Bronze Tiger has a -new- contender to deal with. Hellborn. He's new. And, he's vicious."

    Hellborn's skin is bright red, his fingers clawed, two small just of horns on his head. His eyes, too, are red. But otherwise, the creature looks quite human. And, fairly young at that. Perhaps no more than a teenager? But, it's so hard to tell, with demons. Or, purported demons.

    There is a hiss, from Hellspawn's mouth, and he turns away, clawing at his own face, and forehead. Shrieking. As if in agony. Flesh is rended. Yet, no blood comes. The man, if man it is, charges at Bronze Tiger with speed surpassing most humans. Perhaps all. And now Bronze Tiger is on the offensive.

    "The game has changed, and you have thirty seconds to place your bets. Ladies and Gentlemen, enjoy the rest of the show."
    Roulette steps away from the skybox, telling her major domo privately, "I'm teleporting out. Make sure everything is cleaned up. If you need to, use the detonator. Bronze Tiger needs to live through this. We'll need him for the next fight."

Insight has posed:
    Georgie nods sagely at Damian's answer about fermentation, offering, "It's true. Fermentation makes almost everything better." He pauses and corrects, "Except maybe cabbage. Not such a fan of that." He smile and winks to the boy before he's drawn back to the fight.

    And then there is Thor right there, defending his spot as a god. He laughs a little at the ungodly retort and laughs a little harder as Sublime describes him as a 'cool kid god'. He glances at Molly and corrects, "Not War, like the Four Horsemen or anything. Norse Pantheon. Not Greek either, like Ares and all them." He pauses a moment and glances at Thor. "Or was Mars greek?" He shakes his head to clear it. "I get those two confused sometimes." He gives his beer a scandalized look. "No idea why."

Thor has posed:
Nodding as Sublime speaks, Thor looks to Molly. "Correct, I'm one of the cool...hey wait a minute..." as she says cool kid gods. "What do you mean kid?" He just looks between the folks at the table and rolls his eyes. It is so hard to get the respect a powerful deity who saves the planet on a quasi-rergular basis deserves. Then the fight ends and he raises his brow as he looks up at the Tiger and the next challenger. "Well...this has certainly escalated things." But then Molly says he's not and yup, he totally falls for it. "I am too!" Ugh. With an exasperated sounds he stands up, hands goign to his hips as he watches the next fight.

Sarah Osborn has posed:
OK, things are getting strange...and her without her anti-demon weapons too. Well, perhaps she can reclaim them...

Molly Millions has posed:
Four Horsemen. Norse. Greek. At least half of those words go sailing merrily over Molly's head, and she's missed the moment that Horror Show made a mistake, so she's twice as distracted as the cage match changes and her attention flicks back towards the fight with a frown. Gods apparently take a back seat to the fight to judge from the way she actually waves Thor down like 'yeh-yeh, whatever',"Damnit... he lost and I missed it." that, she's annoyed about,"Well sit down then." the latter apparently for Thor.
    No bets placed by her, she's not happy about something about the fight unveiling itself, and it takes her a long moment without looking at her table companions,"Okay. So multiple gods. Still not the one I know." which is at least oblique affirmation of Sublime's question. The,"Sorry." that gets tagged on doesn't sound particularly sorry, or terribly concerned about whether or not the god in question might take offense.

Sublime has posed:
    It's actually a bit amusing seeing Sublime thrown off her guard completely. "It's, like..um, a term for...the important popular...cliques? LIke from school." she says, feeling a bit put on the spot. "And, no....definitely not a kid..." she says a bit admiringly as she looks up at him. Because...wow. Mancandy. Mrow.

    She glances over at the fight as it ends. "Um...final, ah, fight coming?" she says, a faintly flustered pink to her cheeks, looking at the other, though her eyes twinkle just a bit as Thor respondes to Molly. Okay, a little less awe, that's just...amusing.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Gasping and rubbing his throat Creed turns on his amplifier once more making his voice almost normal volume, "Feed ... aggression!" he chokes out a warning to Tiger as he starts to drag himself back away from the thing. The two men's savagery must have it super-charged by now. As weak as he is, Creed knows his only hope of survival is to get out of the cage and let it eat the citizens instead of him. "Run!" he hisses at Tiger hoping the man can distract it long enough for Creed to find a way out... and Tiger to... probably..

Creed moves towards the door hoping the guards will open it long enough for him to tumble out. It's a slim chance but he's out of options.

Insight has posed:
    The gravitas of a god is hard to compete with, but the appearance of a demon is one of those things. Georgie stares horrified as the ring opens up and Hellborn claws its way from where ever it comes from. He's on his feet, the doctor showing a bit more spunk than might be expected as he positions himself between the creature and The Demon. His fist clench so hard they pop. He glances back to his companions, looking a little sheepish as it seems to be just part of the show.
    He coughs and takes a sip of his drink, trying to fully pretend that he didn't just over-react. Another cough and maybe, just maybe, he can just meld with his chair.

    Then, however, he sees how Horror Show is reacting and it puts him even further on edge. He makes a decision and whispers to Damian, "I gonna help that guy and get out of here. I can't see this ending well. It's... just a hunch maybe, but get outta here." With that, he zips to try and help Graydon out of the cage and out of the kill zone.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    The burly, thick limbed men actually do leave the cage open for Creed. And close it, sharply behind him. No further announcements come from the skybox, but the crowd hardly seems to notice.

    The claws from the Hellborn flash, snikity-snik, and Bronze Tiger is bleeding, red blood dripping down his chest, across his arms. But the Tiger is -not- leaving. His is, at present, the incarnation of beautiful savagery.
    There is more a flurry of movement - the Hellborn is fast, yes. Fast, and dangerous. Strong, too, strong enough to knock the Tiger back. But he's unskilled. And Bronze Tiger is not fooling around. He is fighting for his life.

    It comes after a minute, two, of the flurry of fists, kicks, which has Bronze Tiger mostly on the defensive, as Creed just was.
    Then, it happens. Bronze Tiger sees the opening, and takes it. He hits the Hellborn right in the nerve center where the heart would be. He hits it with enough force to actually pierce the flesh, his hand erputing though the Hellborn's chest.
    The crowd gasps, howls, cheers -- and then, goes strangely silent, whispers heard here and there as they see the result.
    There is no blood. No explosion of gore. No heart. THere is --- nothing.
    The Hellborn staggers back, a few paces, and then sneers at Bronze Tiger, and moves in to take him down for the final count.
    At least, until his head explodes in a hot mess. A controlled bomb, and made to look like it happened as a result of what the Tiger just did. Perceptive minds, like that of the Bronze Tiger's would know better. The body of the Hellborn collapses, and begins to turn to burnt ash.

    And the fight is -truly- over. Bronze Tiger looks disgusted. And, displeased. He glares up at the skybox, but says nothing.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian had heard the howls and suddenly a real demon emerges from the floor. "No..." Is all he can say, he's seen many things in his life, but this takes the cake. "Like *cough* hell I am." He exclaims to Georgie. Damian quickly hurried to his prep area, removing his katana right as the head goes boom. "Damn." He exclaims, trudging over to the rest of the group. "Well, *cough* that was fun." He offers, making his way out of the arena.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Creed is impressed on all levels with Bronze Tiger. Someone is certainly in the Senator's top ten list of Mercs to hire now. Bruised, bleeding fractured, barely able to talk. He lets the medical guys carry him away on a stretcher. The end of the great Horror Show's career. Short lived as it was. He is much more interested in becoming the star of another venue.

It's time to put away childish things. Senator Creed has his eyes set on the White House.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson looks at the fight. He's enjoying watching but then, it just...the end. It's not what he thought it would be, ending in that...it just seems...sudden. It seems faster and rushed and...sure, everything happened as it 'should' given what was there fight wise, but still. There's not the same thrill or enthusiasm at the end of this fight as there was the others. He turns to everyone but does give the newest member of his fanclub, at least the newest one to be met in person, a smile as he looks to Sublime. Standing up, lips pursed, it's probably time to get going soon.

Molly Millions has posed:
"...What?" if there were question for Molly's table companions that she may not be entirely human, it's probably removed by the flicker of dead-air static that comes into her exposed eye moments after the fight ends. The silver lense reveals nothing but the slowly clearing right eye definitely suggests that somewhere behind it she's... got instant replay? The vodka's held delicately forgotten in her pearlescent nails as she respools it in her remaining lense and let's it tick forward in slow motion before she remembers the vodka and tosses it back with a displeased noise,"It was rigged." is what she has to say as she drops the cup onto the table with a nasty curl of her lip and turns as if to limp off.