Log:Hutt Cartel: Fight Night - Hex v Atria

Hutt Cartel: Fight Night - Hex vs. Atria

OOC Date: May 17, 2018
Location: Pit Fighters Palace - Hutt District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Hex, Atria Foster, Kasia Ashkuri, Darius Wildes, Grishk, Grom, Klo Chaze, Naelyn, Quentin Haslett, Rheisa Dirleel, Sajin, Skye Prophet, Snogrutt, Tess Ul'datha, Vasani, Vili, Jehni'va Cihn

The third installment of the FIGHT NIGHT EXTRAVAGANZA is in full swing, and though the audience isn't exactly packed, the crowd that has assembled is a rowdy one. There are a few faces among the crowd painted an inaccurate shade of green, some noodly looking hats that might be meant to represent Lekku. The vendors didn't have a lot of time to get the goods ready, ok! There are others with pendants in a yellowish shade that have only a big letter A on them, presumably for Atria.

A representative of the Hutt Cartel stands off to one side of the ring, a walkie in hand that gets spoken into. "Go time." And so it is. The lights in the arena shut off, leaving everyone in absolute darkness for no more than a couple of seconds before different lights flare to life, illuminating the ring instead.

Grom sits among the audience, having arrived some time ago and started amassing a collection of empty glasses. With a thoughtful nod, the Houk concludes, "Grom is ready to cheer." Narrow yellow eyes turn toward the arena floor as lights begin working double time.

There's a section over there ---> Yes, over there. Where a certain Sephi Hybrid, draped elegantly in barely there clothing in shades of green is perched in a seat, beside the androgynous young man...at his feet is a cooler of god only knows what but Naelyn has finished his sets at Twi'Licks so is here to do what he does best. Wait, and watch Hex do something violent. Leaning in an elegant sprawl that leaves his legs crossed, he rests his hands lightly on a silk banner/flag of some sort that's draped over his lap like a blanket and he looks thoughtful, pensive almost..full lips part as he murmurs a quiet prayer in Ryl under his breath and then turns to Grom, having to look up quite a bit. "Master Grom, if you become peckish, there's some dead mammal wrapped up in the cooler for you." He whispers softly and then looks back towards the Arena.

Kriff, who let the Zel in? The deep pink girl with her choppy lavender hair enters with a zip-zip-ZOOM. She has wheels on her feet, literally, and darts so fast along the foot of the stands she almost misses the Defiance section. Which is marked, notably, by Grom. "Hey! Hi! WHOA!" Skye grabs a post. She stops but her legs don't. There's a lot of scrambling and post-clinging. "Gizka shit! Did I miss anything?"

It's GO time! Rheisa's been there for way longer than necessary to claim a seat near the carnage and has shifted over time to position herself within nearness of Naelyn. Poor Kee'tch'ka has likely been lonely this week, what with his owner off on a mission to eat up eye candy and get her new, healthy vitals some exercise. Totally what Dr Kal and Tosha had in mind, for sure. Umak's in attendance for this fight as well, prepared to root on his green uncle with a double fisting of drutash grub that he's busy shoving into mouth hole. A few of the buggers take a tumble from his mouth as he turns to gawk at the girl on wheels. 1 lucky grub gets away, inching under a seat. The other two are salvaged by the boy's mother who wastes not.

In spite of the fairly terrifying turn of events the night before, the announcer is once again the petite Rodian, today wearing a suit in a shade of orange so bright it might actually be illegal in some systems, speckled with small purple polka-dots. His bowtie is a matching shade of purple glitter that sparkles in the spotlight. A nervous look is shot to opposite corners of the ring as the small Rodian clears his throat, and then goes on in his now expected deep timbre:

"Tonight is the third match of Nar Shaddaa's moon-wide fighting competitioooooooooooooooon! Where the best and strongest beings of this very moon face off for a chance at GLORY aaaaaaaaaaaand 15,000 credits!"

There’s a pause for people to cheer, and some do. Its not thunderous, but its about as close as they’re going to get tonight.

"LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"In the RED corner, standing at 6 foot 2 and--" The announcer breaks off to look at the number, then the Twi'lek, then the number again. "Really?" That was quieter and slightly off mic. "Two hundred and thirty pounds! He's the Mean Green Rylothian Fury Machine, Hek-- Hesk--" AHEM. "HEX ASHKURI!"

The droid cameras swoop in, trying to get a close up on his face, ON THOSE TEETH, on that belly.

Grishk sits near Grom, he holds no banners and leans forward in his seat. The backpack of his Staccato Lightning Cannon preventing him to sit upright. "Good fight yesterday" The Trandoshan says to the large Grom. Well, dunno about that, was over faster than it started. Congratulations on the win at least."

"My goodness he really has let himself go," mused Q. Yes, Doctor Q was here. He was lurking ominously, near the man saying 'Go Time', impeccably well dressed for a sojourn into the Hutt District. Someone should probably tell him that was a bad idea, but as always he scoffed at people telling him what to do. He had one hand on a datapad, and the other on his chin. He didn't want to be here, but there was science being done. And when science was being done and it wasn't his own, there were two choices. A: Deride it as trash, or 2: Steal it and take the credit. The former was more likely.

Hex is exactly who you wanted to see shirtless, right? Well, you're in luck. Here he is, heading into the ring. Orange knee-length shorts. No shirt. Normally only Kasia gets to see this, now you know what it's like to be Kasia. And you can start day drinking. Like Kasia. He's got that dad bod goin' on but he's a big guy in general, he looks strong. His right arm is cybernetic, as is his left leg, and when he grins, sharp teeth are exposed. Hex looks like he missed the memo that Twi'leks are supposed to be crafty, to fight behind the scenes. He's not clever and he's down to brawl. As with the other fighters this week... perhaps there is a bit of a feral edge to expressions, movements... but it's a fight, maybe that is to be expected. "AY!" Hex yells grumpily at the announcer, "It's Heksash'kuri! You can't read that? What are you, human?" If those droid cameras come too close, they're gettin' swatted at.

Grom grunts in approval to Naelyn. "Good!" before eyes narrow, and the hulking warrior wonders, "Mammal is not human, is it? Fresh human stinks and tastes sour. Must be pickled and spiced to taste good." Then a rolling Skye appears. "PINK BOUNTY," he greets loudly, as though she needed help to notice where they sat, looking directly at them as she is. "Lights were out, but now are back! Fighting to begin, soon." The Rodian's fumbling of Hex's name draws a shouted, "Stupid Shiny Eyes!" and a glower. Looking aside to Grishk, he rumbles, "Little Lizard warrior. YOU ARE GREETED. Sit and enjoy the fight, if STUPID TALKY SHINY EYES can speak properly." Let's ignore Grom's own track record with names.

"Wattup, krifknockers!" Better late than never: perhaps Jehni'va was waylaid putting the finishing touchups on her... Well, 'outfit' is a strong word. How she made it through the streets of Nar in her current getup is beyond rational reasoning; while the entire ensemble is entirely made out of spare ship parts, trash, and paint, it is unmistakeably meant to be a Hex costume (perhaps the trash is what really distinguishes it as such). The green skin paint is a given, as are the two lengths of piping that she has glued to a pair of dirty goggles (all painted green); they flop and smack against her face everytime she turns her head. To complete the ensemble, over it all she has taken what appears to be a ratty, old raincloak from the trash and painted it pink and flowery (and has written 'FAKE' on several limbs and stuffed a pillow under her shirt).

Jehn, the piping knocking against several other pit-goers squeezes in near her fellow coworkers, spying Naelyn first. "I'm not the only one that came in costume, am I? Have they started yet? Oh! Good. Wow, he looks awful." She's glad she's not Kasia.

Tess should be in this thing, of that she is without any doubts. Instead she's sitting in the spectators section pretending to root for Hex because he sometimes pays her and that's what employees are suppose to do and this i no way denotes any form of loyalty or friendship because he just made fun of humans.

She's wearing her usual mandalorian armor sans helmet which is hanging from her feet which are crossed at the ankles on the table. When Jehni arrives in her outfit, "Wow, it's like you channeled your inner trash-fire..." Two fingers thump against her pillow tummy, "Your attention to detail is spot on."

Skye kicks her toes against the rail. One. Two. The wheels retract. Neat! She scrambles next (lots of ungainly scrambling for a Zeltron) up to vie for the coveted seating near Grom. BECAUSE KING. Her whips around to the ring, because there's rumbling about to rumble. "Oh. Man." Her nose scrunches at the sight of Hex. "That really isn't his color."

Grom narrows eyes at Skye. "True, but funny head tails cannot choose color of his skin." Sniff. /racist/. Jehn's arrival and attire win a big booming laugh.

The announcer waits for cheers (or jeers) to die down from the first fighters arrival, and then goes on in that booming voice of his.

"In the BLUE corner, standing at five foot nine, and weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds, from the core world of Coruscant, SHE'S A LADY YOU DON'T WANT TO TAUNT, it's THE ONE, THE OOOOOOONLY, ATRIIAAAA FOOOOOOSTERRRR!"

The camera droid swings around on Atria, taking a slightly different angle to make her appear taller and more menacing to those watching this on screens, getting a close up on her face, her fists. SNEER FOR THE CAMERA ATRIA!

Epic music plays as each fighter heads into the ring (I just forgot to add that for Hex, OOPS SORRY) spotlights following and focused as each of them, their images projected on large screens above.

"Because he's fat." Tess adds, in case it wasn't obvious.

Is there a doctor in the house? If there wasn't, there most certainly is now. Tall, thin, and paler than most ghosts, the enigmatic medic makes her way into the crowd and to a nearby seat. Tucked under Klo's arm? A sheet of metal, probably cut off of... something a bit more important given the rather hurried work that the cutting shows. On that sign, painted on in big red letters?

'FOSTER'S GOING TO KILL YOU'

This makeshift sign is held up above her head, much to the chagrin of the people sitting behind her for... maybe the first couple rows, who can no longer see thanks to her show of team spirit. That, the doctor has decided? Is somebody else's problem today.

As she's announced, Atria enters the ring! While not *too* much shorter than Hex, she doesn't nearly have his mass. She's dressed in gray shorts that reach mid-thigh and, perhaps to the disappointment of some, she is not shirtless for she wears a matching gray shirt, bearing a very faded New Republic logo, that clings to her torso. She trots out, doing a little shadow-boxing before she reaches her place. Then she turns and waves to the crowd, smiling. Once the crowd is greeted, she faces Hex and gives him a nod of greeting. Her smile turns into a challenging smirk.

"Khos tuuurgo!" Umak cheers, totally ignorant about the dad bod jeering or weirdly aggro side wielded by green uncle. He clambers up to stand on Rheisa's thigh and flails both scarlet arms like a mad man. And proceeds to try to share his snack with his favorite Twi'lek because he a) cannot gauge distance and b) favorite Twi'lek. The grubs don't make it as far as the ring, but now someone has new accessories in their hair.

Jehn's noisy entry draws a curious - then cackling - look around from Rheisa. "Is...is good costume! You make this?" She leeeans back to tug at one of the head noodles.

"Dude!" SO not racist is Skye. Or specist. Or whatever. Because she isn't. So there. "I was talking about his shorts. It's like... he's a big... fruit." She might be fruitist. She twists around to regard the rest of the section, beaming like a tooth polish ad. "Hi! I'm Bubbles!" Of course she is.

The referee meets the fighters in the middle. "I want a good clean fight. No weapons. Protect yourselves at all times and everything I say you must obey." The fighters are given a minute more to prep, and then DING DING!

Snogrutt waddles into the Palace. The big piggy is.. just one in the crowd, blinking, who let all these people in? Grumbling, he shuffles through the crowd, letting out a belch or a fart here and there to help clear the way as he ambles to a spot near the ring so he can get a proper view.. he doesn't trust the holo-vids, too many commercials.

"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to another episode of Natunda Night Fight, in the ring we have Hexsash'kuri from Ryloth, and Atria Foster from Coruscant." "Good God almighty, look at the size of that gut, Michael!" "Atria's coming out now, big crowd response, she looks ready for a scrap." "She is tougher than a two-dollar steak, Michael. Business is about to pick up here!"

The commentary team was at it again as Doctor Q watched, waited, and looked forward to seeing Hex get his teeth kicked in. Was he smiling? COULD THAT BE CALLED A SMILE?!

Hex prowls around his corner as Atria is introduced, either unaware of the commentary from the evil children in his employ, or just satisfied that he can probably beat them up next. He moves closer to Atria after she's announced, grinning, looking her up-down-up in a way that's 0% leer and 100% assessment of what her reach might be. "You ready to do this, sa'sinak girl?" Instead of putting his fists up -- didn't the guy just say protect yourself? -- he opens his arms in invitation. "Come at me, ka!"

"Oh," Grom rumbles to Skye, peering at Hex's shorts. "What is wrong with yellow?" He wonders, somehow mistaking the very orange hue of the shorts. "TURN CLOTH RED," he bellows in encouragement.

"Thanks!" Jehn beams, plopping beside Tess and taking a moment to arrange her ridiculous trash-lekku and punch her tummy stuffing back into place. She leans forward, overhearing Grom and Skye speaking, and softly whispers, "nothing is his color, but we still kind of love him. Right Tess?" The pilot twists to offer Rheisa better access to the head noodles. "Yeah! It's just some fuel lead and paint." And Nyla's pillow stuffed under her shirt and trash - don't tell her. "And I found the jacket in a dumster - hi Ummy - oh! They're starting!" Jehn sits up again so quickly that her pipe noodles may very well thwack those sitting beside her (sorry, Tess). "Oh, he's gonna get his ass kicked. Do we have a doctor yet? Everyone else has a doctor, we should really have a doctor." They can borrow the asshole with the sign.

Grishk nods at Grom and adjusts himself in his seat. "I've fought Hex before, hes a tough nut to crack, if that bookie was here, I'd make a bet." Saying as he watches the two come out onto the arena. "I'm up tomorrow" he adds. Checking his chronometer for a moment before looking back up to the screens.

There is alot to take in with the Defiance crew, even when you are used to the Defiance crew. But Naelyn takes it in stride, as various people show up, appear, settle down he's passing out little containers of good pit fight snack food, its fried and questionable but also sweet or savory depending on who gets what. There's also a thermos of non-poisonous liquid that gets passed around. The tiny bucket of grubs is set down not far from Umak as Naelyn's attention is divided between the fighters and the...people he knows. Soft smiles and nods of his head is provided as he sighs softly. "Oh isn't she beautiful...its almost a pity she's about to fight Hex, perhaps we can have her around for tea and bandages afterwards."

Kasia is seated on the side of the ring that belongs to Hex, first row so she's all up in the action today. She looks a little worried, but not too much, clapping and cheering when Hex makes his entrance.

"You know I think I'm right. Wookiee speak is just a bunch of growls, blaster wasn't snapped in half this time I was just thrown in a river." Darius says with a smirk as he pinches the bottom part of Vasani's chin as they walk into the arena. The crowd is crazy, and it seems they are just in time for the event something they were hoping to be. "Let's just get close to the front and we can try to find other people after." He snatches the blue twi'leks hand and tries pushing them throw until they find a couple of sits right front in center. "Alright, go Hex." He mumbles softly, a wink to Vasani as he remembers the bet they made.

There's noodles in her hair! Tess does not like children, not even cute children, but especially not cute children that throw noodles... As she pulls these things from her hair she shoots what, to many, might be a dangerous glance over her shoulder. But it's a cute children, so it probably isn't dangerous at all.

Why did it have to be a child?

Why did there have to be people here so she couldn't shoot the child anyways.

"Yes, love is exactly the word I was looking for to describe my feelings for him." One can assume she still means Hex, turning back to face the action.

"Love and respect. Love, respect, and admiration."

Vasani follows Darius, mumbling between her chewing and swallowng "I think ya' just need ta' leave the wookies alone, Dare." She grabs another handful from her giant popcorn bucket of bugs. "I'm glad we're here in time though!" She sits on the edge of her seat expectantly watching the fight start up.

"Oh, I think he's the bees' knees!" 'Bubbles' assures Jehn. "He gave me a job and doesn't think I'm completely useless. Wait. No." She pauses. Thinks. It might not be her forte. "Kasia gave me the job. But I still think Hex is the poodu." Nodnodnod. "He's a sartorial nightmare, though. It's adorbs." She blinks at Grom's latest decree. "I don't think red's his color, either." Oh, he means... "Right. I forgot there's be bleeding." Her hands fist on her knees. "I can handle bleeding," she assures herself, under her breath.

Atria laughs at Hex's taunt, nodding her head, "Oh, I'm more than ready, big guy." There's no question of the aforementioned Coruscanti heritage when she speaks. She's definitely wary of the obvious trap he leaves with his open arms, but she rushes in anyway. Instead of going for his open chest, however, she ducks low and tries to kick out the knee of his organic leg. Unfortunately, he seemed ready for this attack as well and merely twists out of the way of her kick!

Snogrutt manages to find a spot near the ring so he can look in. Just in time to see the first blows are struck. "wydoote, agyrh toov?" he snuffles, disappointed. He waves down a waitress, placing an order before leaning on one of the railings, watching with squinted eyes.

"Of course you are, and I'm oxygen. Congratulations, you need me to breathe." is blandly offered back in Skye's direction.

It's almost, almost like Klo can read minds, too, as she flips the sign around at the first sign of a attack from Atria. This time, the words are in green and yellow, and... well.

'THAT LOOKED LIKE IT HURT I CAN FIX YOU creditdoctor@civ.fo MENTION THIS SIGN FOR 10 PERCENT OFF'

Of course, when she realizes the kick didn't land? The sign is quickly flipped back around in support of the aforementioned Atria. Afterall. /Her/ medical bills are already paid for.

"So'cha ka, are you then?" Hex's fighting style reads as a mix of 'military training' and 'learned by getting set on fire and kicked down the stairs'; there's some structure to it, mingled with quick reactions and bar-fight ferocity. This is a man who's been hit by chairs. And Grom. And Grishk. Shoutout to mah boys. Hex avoids the first attack and returns fire with a low punch while Atria was swooped down aiming for his one good knee. "Tcha now, we're just getting warmed up. You're the long odds girl, make those gamblers howl."

"A FINE FIRST HIT," Grom bellows, hurling a solid glass at Hex to show his approval. It impacts and shatters on the cage, not affecting the fight, unless one is easily distracted by giant aliens hurling glassware.

As the fighters begin to move in on one another, Defiance's 'vector control' abruptly stands to let her finery (pieces of dead things) shine whilst she cups both hands to her mouth and belts a chant in support of her sometimes boss.

"KRRI, KRRI, me'HA! KA dau tuurgo ghna, KENO!" (run, run, woman. Come, mighty green skin, WAGE WAR)) or so loosely goes the translation. If the weirdly deep bellow from the Togruta woman wasn't enough to get her point across, the twin headtails have flexed oh so slightly off her skull, stripes broadening, whilst her hands drop from mouth to slap thigh and belly in punctuation of the racket. Go Hex!

Umak just tumbles off his mother's lap and into a puddle of who knows what when she gets up to perform her cheer and so picks his way over to an alternate perch of calm sanctuary...Naelyn.

"Vintage gut punch from Hex there," said the commentator with the natty suit and the terrible haircut. "This is gonna be a real drawn-out slobberknocker of a fight, Michael. Hex has been trained by more bar fights than there are fleas in his clothes!" added the portly commentator with the hat the size of a small moon, no, a space station.

Doctor Q took a moment away from his work monitoring test subject vitals (lifesign indicators weren't vital in his opinion but most people loudly disagreed with him) to take a look at the assembled crowd. Most people got an expression of disdain. Kasia received HATRED because reasons. The doctor with the weird sign got a sniff of dismissal. Ten percent off? Absurd! NO DISCOUNTS FOR THE NEEDY.

Jehni'va-turned-trashy-Hex-knockoff (or, as they say in the biz: Hex) spares a moment's pity for Bubbles. "If Kasia gave you a job, you're gonna get good with bleeding. Or just do a lot of it. Hey, where's the food?" She twists around, spying Umak and his nasties. "Pssst, Umak!" She waves to try and steal his attention. "Spare a grub?" She's a vegetarian, but she'll try anything twice, and holds an open hand up for the baby's next projectile, almost losing track of baby and snacks as he toddles for Naelyn. She certainly doesn't seem to share Tess's revulsions to the younger things. Speaking of those gamblers...

Up near the front, suspiciously close to Hex's corner, Nar Shaddaa's least sanitary resident is oozing his way through the crowd. The kind of gambling that he's doing isn't actually sanctioned by the Hutts (since they aren't getting a piece), and therefore has to be kept on the downlow lest he find himself once again in a Hutt prison, sleeping with the guards for extra spaceloaf rations.

Vili eventually makes his way over to the person he actually came to see, his pockets full of credit chips and IOU notes. Of course, if the fight doesn't go the way he anticipates, HE'LL be the one turning out a bunch of IOUs...

"Mrs. Ashkuri! I come bearing snacks..." Sitting down next to the wife of one of tonight's contenders, Vili pulls out a fairly large bag full of uncut spice. And.... nothing else. Apparently he meant Vili Snacks.

"You wouldn't believe how cheap the snacks are for this fight. They practically begged me to buy something."

Atria's fighting style is almost exclusively military training. She grunts when Hex's punch connects and scowls up at him, "Long odds don't concern me. Crazier things have happened." She lunges up with a palm strike towards the Twi'lek's chin, but it gets knocked aside by his cybernetic arm. She lets loose a feral growl as another of her attacks fails to connect.

Grom grins with a grunt at the one sided nature of the opening exchange. Grasping a fresh glass, and turning his cheers to Atria, the Houk throws it at her (again smashing to pieces on the cage), with the roared advice, "KICK HIM IN THE LOWER NOODLES."

"GROM!" Hex yells at his Houk, and then since when is yelling at Grom effective, he yells at his wife instead. "KASIA!" He ducks Atria, and searches for Kasia in the crowd, maybe he finds her, maybe he doesn't, he's busy. "Kasia what the hell make Grom cheer in a different direction!" Hex yells over the sound of music and cheering and boo'ing and announcing. "Ryma'at, they're gonna throw the match, pay them more or something!" The distraction has him moving obvious, and Atria can -- then does -- see that next punch coming from a kilometer away. Blocked!

"KING GROM... did you just say lower noodles?" Tess drums her chin with her fingers, "Yes, by the gods and all the children orphaned by Hosnian Prime, kick him in the lower noodles..."

"GROM!" Hex yells at his Houk, and then since when is yelling at Grom effective, he yells at his wife instead. "KASIA!" He ducks Atria, and searches for Kasia in the crowd, maybe he finds her, maybe he doesn't, he's busy. "Kasia what the hell make Grom cheer in a different direction!" Hex yells over the sound of music and cheering and boo'ing and announcing. "Ryma'at, they're gonna throw the match, pay them more or something!" The distraction has him moving obvious, and Atria can -- then does -- see that next punch coming from a kilometer away. Blocked!

"KING GROM... did you just say lower noodles?" Tess drums her chin with her fingers, "Yes, by the gods and all the children orphaned by Hosnian Prime, kick him in the lower noodles..."

"Why isn't anybody hitting anybody -- dude, I think he only has one lower noodle." Skye squints and peers at the ring, then turns and squints at Kasia. "Uhm. Right?" She's apparently never seen Twi'lek porn.

The two distinctive commentators were still at it.

"We have some out and out brawling taking place here on the mat, JR." "She's not just trying to hurt the man, she's out to end his career!" "He'd need to have a career before it ends, JR."

Arms open up automatically for Umak, as he pulls the small child beside him and passes him the bucket of grubs, Naelyn all the while is nodding to Jehni. "There are snacks in the cooler..." He replies softly, taking a deep breath and watching the fight with a critical eye. "PLEASE DO NOT KICK MY BROTHER IN THE LOWER NOODLES! HIS WIFE NEEDS THOSE!" He has to cry out, a purring and heavily accented counter to the request. "HEX! RUN UP ON THAT HUMAN LIKE SHE JUST STOLE YOUR FOOD!"

As Hex misses, Grishk smiles a bit. "Well, that was interesting." He says in his thick Trandoshan accent as he reaches in his pocket for something to throw, finding a nut and throwing it at a vendor to order a Lum.

Kasia's eyes have been on the fight, but hearing her own name spoken, she turns away to look up at Vili, smiling at him. "I... that's very generous of you, but I don't think I could possibly have any snacks right now. Nervous, you know." She is, maybe, a little nervous, spying that cold ass look from Quentin a moment later. He glares, and she smiles a smile that is definietly more than a little smug. She hears her name again, gaze whipping back to the ring. "What?" She looks over at Grom where he's seated (because he's pretty easy to find) then back to the ring. "I can't make him cheer for you! Just focus on the fight!" she yells right back, pauses, and then adds, "You can do it, ka're!"

"HIT 'ER HEKSASH!!" Vasani yells mid chew, bug bites flying out of her mouth. "And uh...." what was the name of the lady she was supposed to be rooting for? "AND HIT HIM TOO ARRAY LADY!!" She takes another handful of bugs, fully entertained by the fight.

The Houk shouts back at Hex conversationally when his name is called. "YES, GROM IS HERE." This is why shouting at him never helps. He doesn't get it, and it wastes your time. A nod aside to Tess. "Yes, droid-mate. King Grom did."

Atria is not above taking advantage of distraction. After blocking that last punch, she dives inside Hex's reach with a knee aimed at his gut. It does make a wonderful target. "Kriff, I missed the noodles," she mutters, even though she likely missed them on purpose.

Once again, it's Skye that gets Klo talking. "Approximatedly twelve and a half lower noodles, actually. I should know, I've operated on several of his kind. However, they're usually rather soggy and attempting to kick him in them would probably provide considerable pad--"

There's a stark pause from the woman, as she stares, eyes opening wide.

"Wait. You didn't /mean/ the traditional dinner entree of the Twi'lek, did you?" she asks, sniffing at the air in mock disgust. "Pervert."

...and with Atria's fortunes changing favorably? The sign gets flipped back around by the enterprising woman. "Well. So much for the lower noodle."

Skye lifts a bag of puffy nuts off a vendor as he turns to hand one to someone who's actually paying for them. She stuffs a handful in her mouth. "I think that Kasia declining to enumerate his noodles is puh-RITTY telling," she says with her mouth full. Then Klo's laying down some knowledge. The Zel's mouth of masticated nuts falls open a bit. "His junk looks like a Quarren?"

Darius laughs a bit surprised as Vasani screams out and shakes his head. "No worries Ve, I don't think we've actually met her yet." There is lots of ruckus, but there is an especially unique group of ruckus that is cheering for Hex. Darius sees a couple of familiar faces and gets up grabbing a handful of the bugs to munch on as he does. "Found where the fun is, this way." He then leads the Blue twi'lek over to Kasia and any and all Defiance crew that happens to be in those parts. "So have we started to drink yet, or shall I get us all a round? " The young smuggler flashes a smile and nods to the couple of faces he recognizes.

"I want him NOT to cheer!" Hex tries to convey to Kasia, since cheering, to Grom, involves throwing objects at the competitors. "You want to listen to me ever, or just do what you were gonna do?" Is the middle of a drugged up Hutt Cartel fight the right place to argue with your spouse? Yes. Yes it is. It is when you're an Ashkuri. Blissfully unaware of all that noodle discussion happening over yonder among y'all weirdos, Hex has bigger problems to worry about, as Atria dips nimbly around a kick and off-balance, he's got no avoidance of her knee to his midsection. Oof. It smarts.

"Vintage knee to the gut! He is not going to be walking home after that one!" said not-Michael Cole. "Buh GAWD!" boomed not-Jim Ross. "He is being whipped like a government mule!"

Q's glare of SCORN turned into a not-at-all-pleasant grin as Hex took one for the team. Biased? Never. He noted something down on his datapad, muttering to himself under his breath. Probably complaining that he could neither deride nor steal this scientific advancement.

Of course Hex has bigger problems than his lower noodle to worry about. Most problems would be bigger, wouldn't they? To Bubbles, Jehn softly replies: "not since the accident." With all the weight of a horrible secret. Thankfully, she knows very little about Hex's anatomy - and would like to keep it that way. "Who has snacks?" The pilot demands, looking between Naelyn, Kasia, and Umak, her false-noodles waving dangerously each time.

After a while, Grishk catches sight of Vili and stands from his seat near Grom. Making his way haphasardly down the isles with his massive gun and backpack bumping into people or near missing them before hitting the isle and heading over towards the bookie and Kasia. "Eyy Kasia" The lizard says, just as Hex shouts out to her. Looking over to Vili, he adds. "What are the odds on Hex?" he Asks. Shoving whomever is nearby out of their seat and taking it.

Snogrutt is looking less than impressed. "ghevaethie fadewaetoo nekirheph py.. ieghif fufurh ieghif!" he belches, grumbling as he reaches for his newly arrived glass of milk. Taking a loooong slurp, he wipes his snout, glaring down into the ring. "fufurh ieghif! ovi upithaafaf! fufurh!"

Bubbles considers the super seekrit penis damage Hex may or may not have suffered. "Well. I mean. If he's got 'em to spare." She gives a philosophical shrug. Hex misses Atria. Atria misses Hex. The Zel decides to give up and join the fanfare. "SOMEBODY HIT SOMEONE, KRIFFDAMNIT!"

Grom has thrown two cheering glasses, but a further pile of five sit on the ground between his boots. Yellow eyes note the newcomer offering drinks. "Yes, more cheering stones for all!" And drinking, that too. Looking side to side at Jenn and Skye, he rumbles as Atria makes some headway, "See? More people should listen to Grom."

Within a few seconds, Vili's blue mustache is almost entirely white from the spice. Some might say that he's wasting valuable product, but those people haven't been paying attention. Vili already said that schutta was cheap due to the low attendance for the match.

And also... how do you know he's not just saving some spice in his mustache for later?

As a potential gambler makes his way over, Vili smiles. A bit of spice is stuck to a booger dangling from his nose each time he breathes out. He does not notice this.

"Why hello there, you succulent scale-covered beefcake. I'm taking odds of 1.5 to 1 on Hex, odds of 2 to 1 on Astria. Those are probably the best odds you're going to get on this fight tonight. Nobody really wagers when Grom isn't fighting..."

Emboldened by the successful knee to the gut, Atria tries again to basically stomp on Hex's organic knee and force it to bend in ways it wasn't designed to. Unfortunately for her, he's able to avoid the potentially crippling blow. Probably shouldn't have tried it a second time, but you never know until you try, right? She lets out another growl, resorting to simple feral noises rather than speech at this point.

"Mrrgo," Umak offers his next fistful to Jehn as requested. "Is good!" he chirps.

Rheisa's still on her feet, shouting things at the match, but her growly voice is no doubt NOT a match for Grom's roars. "DAHK! DAHK!" One fist punches into her opposing hand to demonstrate.

"No drinks yet, but they might not be a bad idea," Kasia replies to Darius with a warm smile, though it falters as she's being yelled at again. "How am I supposed to make him do that?" she yells right back at Hex while he's in the middle of a drugged up fight, because it's the best idea. "Have you MET him? And I AM listening to you, but it's loud in here!" This is notably NOT followed by more cheering for him, but also not against him, so she isn't that mad yet.

"Why didn't someone sign me up for this without asking?" Tess grumbles, rocking her foot back and forth so her helmet spins on her toes. At least there's the promise of booze, the Mando'a raises her hand at the offer with an emphatic wave and a general appearance of discontent with the lack of blood. "It's like we're in the PG-13 era..."

"Thanks, Um. Always got my back." Jehn swaps a fistful of feral toddler food for an offered fist-bump that he... Probably won't grasp the cultural significane of. Regardless, she has her snack. Is it wiggling? Is that drool? It's in her mouth. "Y'want one?" She offers Tess, Naelyn, anyone else within earshot. Her mouth is full, stuck together by whatever gooey goop is oozing all over it. "I'll take one! I wanna throw something at Hex!" Jehni'va waves violently for a shot glass, painted-pink raincoat-duster flopping with the motion. The paint is still a little wet, several onlookers probably have little prints on them now.

Snacks and Drinks, Naelyn has them and he offers Jehni a pack of something crunch and veggie based, that smells sweet but tastes savory bceause its space food. And then he finally sighs and shakes out the 'blanket' he had on his lap and it turns out to be his own sign as he gets to his feet to stand on his seat and hold up his silken banner, that has written in Ryl: SHOW HER WHO IS AND HAS THE BIGGEST ASS! DO YOUR FAMILY AND TRIBE PROUD! He waves it proudly, letting out a trilling and almost musical like undulating war cry.

"Ill Put 5k on Hex" Grishk says back to Vili. Nodding at the man's response. Turning as he watches the two keep going at it. "He's got this, Kasia" adding as his toothy grin tilts up further to the woman before pulling his helmet off to see things more clearly.

"Drinks would be great, Dare. You know what I like." She gives him a wink and takes a seat with the rest of the Defiance crew. "Vasani." She smiles, giving a super quick introduction of herself to those she hasn't met yet, but really her full attention is on the fight.

"Sure." Tess takes one of the wiggling creatures from Jehn's out stretched paw, "Only way I'm gonna see anything bleed is to eat a living creature." It's tossed into her mouth for maximum chewing.

Sajin is here, yeah, he's totally been here the whole time. You know? He's just sneaky like that. (Actually he's not sneaky at all and stands out in a crowd most of the time. I should stop lying to myself). He smacks his recently freed pouty lips as he chews on some of Nea's candy and snacks. He seems to be enjoying himself in that reguard.

"You heard the man. I'll take some of those cheering stones, on him." Klo pipes up, pointing in Grom's direction as the fellow's kind enough to offer to pay for drinks. Nope, she's not going to argue with free at all. Free is her favorite price. When a drink is brought over, the sign goes down for a couple moments.

Afterall. When Grom buys you a drink, do as Grom does.

Drink is taken, the tall woman stands, wheels back her arm, and throws!

Unfortunately, she threw it underhand. Unfortunately, she held on too long. Unfortunately, the poor guy behind her hadn't bothered to leave his seat despite the obscructed view, and recieves a full glass of some sort of alcohol, right to the face. Glass first.

Fortunately for /her,/ he's out like a light from the hit. Klo stops and looks stunned for a moment... before she shrugs, digs into a pocket, pulls out a business card and puts it on the fallen man's chest. He'll need that when, and if, he wakes back up. Then, it's back to holding up her sign like nothing ever happened.

"Cheering stones? I like the sound of that." Darius says with a grin towards Grom, and slips away from a moment. Then another moment, then the smuggler arrives with both hands holding a tray of many different kinds of liquer, and funny enough they all are in LARGE glasses. A server is also behind him with another tray of drinks, all in LARGE BOTTLES of glass. "Alright, grabben while they are full and throwable!" He stops and lowers a bit towards Vasani letting her slide a Dirty Twi'lek mixed drink off the tray. "You warm my bed, so I'll serve you first darling." He then goes back to handing out drinks to the ruckus that is the defiance section.

"EXCUSES," Hex yells back at Kasia over the din of this chaos, "You know what FINE," he strikes at Atria, "If you don't wanna that's FINE," strike! "You can just SAY SO, you don't gotta give EXCUSES," pummel! pummel! "Cause communication is IMPORTANT KASIA." Kick! "AND QUIT LETTING THEM INSULT MY JUNK," PUNCH, "WHERE DID WE EVEN FIND ANY OF THESE FERAL GOBLIN-HEARTED HARPIES AT?" Kick! "ROASTMART? WRECKEDVILLE? WHAT THE HELL." He did hear some of Defiance then. He loves ya babies. Atria is the recipient of this frustration though, and once he gets going, Hex hits pretty hard.

"HEX IS ABSOLUTELY UNLEASHING!" screamed out the younger play-by-play commentator. "HE IS WALKIN' A MUDHOLE AND STOMPIN' IT DRY!" yelled the older be-hatted color commentator. "OH MY GAAAAAAWD!" the younger man bellowed. "AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, SHE IS BROKEN IN HALF!" the older man roared. "AH LOVE IT MAGGLE!" a random spectator cheered from somewhere in the crowd.

Doctor Q looked disappointed. He was really looking forward to watching Hex have the everloving sithspit beaten out of him. He had one hand on his datapad and the other across his face, channeling a bald captain from a completely different TV show.

Tapping on his datapad, Vili keeps track of the wagers. He stands to make quite a bit of money if Astria wins this thing. Not that he actually has much use for money. He really should have taken wagers strictly in units of spice.

"Another five thousand credits on Hex. If the wagers are any indication, Mrs. Ashkuri, your floppy-eared husband should have this in the bag." He looks around, suddenly tweaking slightly.

"Speaking of in the bag, are you sure I can't interest you in some spice? It'll calm down your brain, and make your body more receptive to pllezzure."

He basically purrs the last word in that sentence...

A snack is dropped to Tess even as more are offered from Naelyn - and drinks! She wants to throw something. "Yeah it's not bad. It's probably not vegetarian though, don't tell Nyla I cheated. And you're a lifesaver, Nae. Want one of Umak's snacks? U-snacks?" Tradesies. But she has to give pause to the trash talk going down in the ring. Jehn, her trash-noodles flailing, leaps to her feet and cups her snack-filled hands around her mouth. "HEX YOU FOUND ME ON THE TRASH PLANET, REMEMBER? I FIXED YOUR SHIP!" She feels like she needs to defend her honor on that one because, really, what else did he expect? He literally found her in the trash. Literally. Not figuratively. "Gimm- yes, thank you." WHERE DID THIS GLASS COME FROM? She's throwing it. Jehn knocks back a shot and then flings the shotglass, which inexplicably takes out one of the lights. "MORE!"

Atria puts her arms up over her face as she receives a hell of a pummeling from Hex. She's definitely staggered, but she's not down yet. She lashes out with a pummeling of her own, including a gutteral scream of a battle cry, but it's clumsy and Hex just keeps knocking her punches aside as if they were flies. This is not going to end well unless she gets really lucky.

"We're not insulting, we're speculating!" Bubbles shouts at Hex. She looks around. "Right?" But the love-spat-mid-combat seems to have her completely charmed. "They. Are so. Cute."

There are some real advantages to sitting up front in these kinds of matches, but one of the drawbacks is, APPARENTLY, that people will throw things. BADLY. Which means that if there is alcohol raining down, a fair bit of it is hitting Kasia along the way, and things have to be dodged. She slumps lower in her seat for a moment, but Hex is yelling more. "I KNOW THAT!" she shouts right back at her husband. "I didn't say I don't want to, but just that he won't listen, ka?!" She twists around to look over at Grom. "GROM STOP THROWING THINGS!" She turns back around to look at the ring again. "SEE IF THAT WORKS!" She's slow in taking the drink, but she does eventually turn back around to Darius, smiling like nothing at all is wrong in the world. "Thank you." She pauses to look to the side at Vili, possibly considering the offer. "Mmm, no, I think I probably shouldn't, because I don't see there being much pleasure in my immediate future."

Tess likes this new approach to spectating very much. It is a lot more fun than just sitting around cheering, which is is not at all something she wants to do. Jehni throws a glass after taking a shot and this is precisely the kind of thing that Tess wants to do. She doesn't even care who it hits... In her head, if it hits someone in the stands, she'll probably get to fight them and that's even better than watching other people fight.

So she downs her shot and hurls the glass. It does not make it into the fighting pit, but it is entirely possible she wasn't aiming for the ring. Or anyone, but whoever she was aiming for does not get hit. Someone else does. Possibly someone innocent, but this crowd is made up of people who are arguably not at all that. So she feels pretty okay with it hitting whoever this unintended target is.

"Gimme another one. I think I can hit the same spot." Hand extended after wiping her mouth dry.

"Strike, funny little Head noodles!" Grom shouts at the flurry of violence, gulping down alcohol from a large glass and hurling it at Hex, only some fellow shouting 'Maggle' happens to stand up and get in the way, becoming the recipient of the Houk's cheering stone. "NO," Grom roars. "CHEER WAS NOT FOR YOU, STUPID HUMAN." No, Kasia, it did not work.

"Ill have some" Grishk says in resonse to Vili's offer to Kasia. Gulping down his lum and looking for someone in the crowd that annoys him and adding "Bet I can throw this lum mug over to that Wookiee" Pointing a few sections down before lobbing the glass through the air and landing a hit on 'it's' back. "Spice me up, Time to let loose before im down in that pit tomorrow"

Hex brings the pain in a whole flurry of noise and punching, then seems to slow... Atria's almost down for the count, she's vulnerable. Both of of them should be stopping at this point, but neither of them are. For a moment he doesn't seem to know what he's doing, reaching to hit her again like his body belongs to someone else, but it's an uncertain move and she avoids it. He should stop, he should stop, and yet…

Rheisa joins in Naelyn's war cry, elated that angry Hex is doing precisely as she's been encouraging him to and hits the hell out of that poor opponent. She appears to have totally forgotten that Umak exists at the moment, and likewise Umak seems to have forgotten that he ought to be cheering for green uncle because there's food within reach and he's got pounds to pack on. Also...there are now projectiles being tossed about in much greater number, so he smartly takes his munchies to the floor and nests between a pair of feet somewhere.

"Thank you," She offers a kiss to Darius' cheek. Vasani sits back down, calmly, slowly sipping on her drink. She's like a rainbow surrounded by fire right now, seemingly the only one in this group who ISN'T throwing their drink at the match.

Sajin glances to the patron next to him. "Are you done with that?" He asks in that raspy deep voice of his. HE dosn't wait for an answer, instead taking the fluted glass and chucking it towards the pit. "GO BOSS! JUST DON'T GET A MURDER BONER!" Like he did. That was awkward. Really awkward. His glass impacts on some poor bloke near the pit before it shatters on the ground. "FOUR!"

Where does Tess' glass hit? The back of Klo's sign. Fortunately for Klo? The sign is made of metal (much like lobsters, which also stick to magnet) and as the glass becomes shards, those shards are bounced back by the force of the throw... and rain down upon the guy that her initial 'cheering stone' knocked out in the first place.

Yeah, that poor guy's /really/ going to need Klo's card after tonight. Especially if Tess hits the same spot again. Pity the doctor is busy spectating at the moment.

"COME ON, ATRIA! MAKE HIS GRANDCHILDREN FEEL IT!" she shouts out. Keep in mind, though? Hex? What she knows of him, she likes. And this is how she treats someone she likes.

Maybe it should've been twenty percent off...

"Of course Kasia, my pleasure. "Darius says with an innocent smile, as he moves through the Defiance crew arming them with more and more 'encouragement'. "One more for the warrior princess!" Darius says as he hands a glass of Corellian whiskey to Tess, knowing full what she intends. "Who else? Who else is thirsty and willing to show there support for this lovely evening?" He notices Grom and his helping. "Muscles, I'm sure you must've converted that stupid human to start cheering for Hex. So don't sweat about the miss!" He hands another drink to the Houk.

"See Kasia? Everyone else is doing spice, pull the torpedo out of your stern!" Vili holds the bag up, jostling it as temptingly as he can muster.

By now, Vili's purple eyes are so dilated that there's practically no pupil at all left to them. And he's frequently looking off into the distance at random things, or suddenly twitching.

"It's like my grandma always said back on Zeltros..." His voice lapses, and he looks off into the distance again, before suddenly shoving his face back in the bag of spice.

Thrown drinks are seemingly ignored as Atria continues to press her attack even though she very nearly went down after that last pummeling. She's not going to give up unless she's unconscious. Or worse. With another wordless cry of rage, she kicks Hex in the ribs and follows up with a backhanded punch across the jaw.

"Atria's making a comeback here, vintage counter to the ribs there." "Good God almighty, the rabid ranat is losing his teeth! Hex is on the run like a scolded dog!"

"He is regaining clarity," Doctor Q mused, hand on chin. On one hand, Hex was getting pummelled. On the other, SCIENCE WAS FAILING. "Did you deliver the recommended dose?" he said sternly to the man behind him, the implication being that if not, Lord Vader's 'You Have Failed Me' clause was about to take effect. "You were warned that Hex imbibes poison on a regular basis. The standard dose is not acceptable."

Not-JBL, meanwhile, took a glass to the face from Grom and fell to the ground, bleeding from his face being the brand new receipient of a number of glass shards, never to harrass the locker room again. He obviously couldn't go on living this way, so he didn't. And there was much rejoicing.

Laughing uproariously, Jehni'va waves at Darius. "ME! I am thirsty! I thirst!" And grabs at another after stuffing the rest of her snacks firmly into her mouth. "Teth, m'ladthy." She offers her shot out, cheeks still full of bugs and Naelyn's wholesome veggie snacks. "Theerth!" For clinking purposes. She manages to swallow her snacks before she takes the shot. "Thanks for the ammo, you!" Her next throw somehow goes worse than the first, probably because now she's eaten strange insects and drank alcohol and has pipes glued to her head. The crash of shattering glass in the distance /behind/ her goes unnoticed. "Shi- I /had/ a glass, right?" She stares, confused, at her empty hand. "I swear I did."

Tess air UMPHS and throws her be-gauntleted fists in the air when her glass hatters upon a sign and rains bloody shards upon an unconscious spectator, "First blood... and I'm not even in the fight." Another glas? Tess looks up and around for her unknown benefactor and raises said glass in their direction, "The gods of chaos bless you. My first kill will be dedicated to the honor of your family."

The glass is turned up, drained, bounced in her palm until it's laying long way, and hurled out side arm across the top of the audiance. As it flies, Tess kneels down, left hand out tapping on Jehni's shoulder insistantly, furiously pointing with her right as it goes... and goes... out towards Hex.

And there is Naelyn...slender and dressed in very little as usual, proudly waving his flag and cheering for one of the beautiful disasters he's adopted as family. "Hex! You are only allowed to let /one/ human lady in your life make you her bitch and that is she who holds your heart! Don't make it a goddess damned kink! Twi'lek up and finish this fight!" Encouragement.

Having nose-dived into his own bag of spice, Vili reemerges, with a completely white beard. And... white eyesbrows. He basically looks like a Zeltron sugar cookie.

"Come on Atria! Knock that slimy green schutta out so I can dock with his wife tonight!"

Vili suddenly looks to his left and sees that Kasia has been sitting next to him all this time.

He'd forgotten this.

He screams.

Spice flies everywhere.

He hops up, and starts wandering away, putting an arm around Grishk's waist in what can only be called a 'waaay too familiar' fashion.

"Let's get out of here, my new best friend. Quicker would be better..." Vili offers the Trandoshan the bag of spice (it's still got Vili's face print in it) as he does his best to use the scaly man as a shield between whatever whithering stare and/or blaster bolt he's about to get from Kasia.

Skye pulls her face out of her nuts and looks up, taking in current events. She missed a few things. SHE'S HUNGRY, OKAY? "OheylookanotherZel -- and who IS that guy, is he like... one of us?" Creepy Q is creepy. Skye is creeeped. "And now it's raining glass. Awesome." She covers her bag of nuts with her hand.

"What if she's not human?" Klo yells towards Naelyn, waving her 'FOSTER'S GOING TO KILL YOU' sign to better point out her position in the crowd. "I could /easily/ inject some extra DNA into her! Maybe some Wookiee, to help with her raging!" Pause. "...no, she'd probably grow a beard. Trandoshan, then!" ...she /does/ have enough of those blood samples laying around, afterall. She could make it happen, if that's what Atria needs to win this fight…

Hex has taken his share of the beating here, bashed in the not-noodles, hit in the ribs, cracked hard across the jaw. He spits blood on the mat and growls a noise just a little left of what a human might make; the sharp canine teeth look more pronounced with blood outline. The hesitation from before seems to vanish, and he snaps out, "Escho'ka ni tal'kan, sa'sinak!" and hits Atria hard across the face. He seems about to pursue her again, chase her to the mat and start finger painting with blood... Again, something stops him and he just breathes heavily, fist drawn back to hit again, but not doing it. Yet.

"Oh - IT'S GOIN'!" Jehn cheers along with Tess's glass, eyes wide. "Wait... That won't hurt him, will it? I thought we were just breaking things." She's suddenly concerned as, for a brief moment, that nice girl that didn't want to steal a bus shines through... She was there before you lot ruined her. "Why isn't he punching her in the face? Hit him with more glass WHY ARE YOU NOT PUNCHING HER IN THE FACE?! FINISH HEEEEER!" Jehni'va roars, and that sweet girl that didn't want to steal a bus is, again, trampled beneath the trashfire she's become. "KILLLLL HEERRRRR!" She has ripped off one of her trash noodles and is whirring it above her head. "DO ITTTTT!"

"Hey, no problem Thirsty! Pleasure to meet you by the way." Darius says toward Jehni'va and then glances back over to Tess. "And who says my family has any honor WP? But I appreciate it none the less." The smuggler smirks towards Tess. Though it seems his tray has one more drink to throw, Darius snatches it, raises it high, and then takes a drink. He lets out a sigh of relief and flips the tray under his arm moves to sit down next to Vasani and Kasia. He looks as a bunch of spice flies into the air and then slowly takes another drink. "Well, that might make things a little more exciting then I was."

"WOOKIES ARE STUPID HUMAN CUDDLE BEASTS," Grom roars without preamble at overhearing favorable mention of the tall hairy tree dwellers. His ranting is derailed first by Darius offering a fresh drink, and next by Hex finding success. "PREVAIL, Lesser Trash Knight!" he hails, following the words with another glass hurled at Hex.

And that's it. That smack across the face twists Atria around as she falls to the floor. She lands on her side, then flops onto her back. She's still breathing, but she's not getting up. She gave a good fight despite the size difference between her and Hex, but it wasn't enough. Atria Foster, pride of the Array Consortium, is down for the count.

"My bet wins or loses, Im down to throw down on that bag, I wanna see the fight end first. Give me a bump though.." Grishk says in response to Vili as bottles and glasses seem to start getting flung regularly. "Just dodge it or crouch down for now."

When Atria hits the mat, the referee runs out to stand between she and Hex, chopping one arm through the air with each count.

1... 2... 3...

DING DING DING!

Tess stink eyes Jehn when she says nice things and sounds like she cares about another living being, even if that living being is suppose to be their friend. When that expression of concern turns into a rage filled demand for death and blood, however, the Mando'a breaths out a long sigh. "You scared me for a second... I thought you'd tripped and fallen into some feelings." Pat pat pat Jehni's shoulder. "Don't ever change."

Because trashfire is best.

Dinging? Tess snaps around to see the last count of three, "Did I hit him with the glass?" The victor hardly seems important with this information hanging unanswered in the wind.

"And that's lights out for Atria Foster, folks!" "She has been left high and dry, Michael!" "And once again Hexsash'kuri has overcome the odds to have a shot at becoming the PFP's World Heavyweight Champion." "That can be taken literally, Michael!" "Spare a thought for his wife, JR."

Doctor Quentin Haslett was not a good cook, but you didn't need to be a culinary genius to be simmering with rage. Hex had won, and won whilst fighting off the effects of the stims. On the other hand, though, it proved that the stims sucked and that he was right in calling them trash. He turned on his heel and stalked away from the arena, saying to the drug-administer-er slash fall-guy, "Do not fail me again."

DUN, DUN, DUN, DUH DAH DUN, DUH DAH DUN.

It's Heksash'kuri! GOD QUENTIN

Sajin moves over to where Grom is, "Big King! You are greeted. This fight was enjoyable." He pats the large Houk on the shoulder before looking to the others around them and over into the Fighter Pit once more.

Siiiiiigh. As Atria hits the ground and /isn't/ getting back up, Klo lets her sign fall -- backwards, of course, to land on the knocked out, stabbed, and now flattened patron behind her, before she stands and starts making her way through the stands. She /is/ a doctor, afterall, and she'll need to personally make sure that Atria's in one piece. Who else would she bond with over the best way to dissect a living being, afterall? QUENTIN?

...well, probably, but they haven't properly met yet.

Kasia is too concerned about the fight to be TOO worried about Vili's nefarious docking plans, not that she's too prone to be worried about them at other times either. He shrieks and she just looks in his direction, not following as he flees. "Bye, Vili." She just rolls with it, attention going back to the last part of the fight. Hex wins, and she lets out a breath, slumping back in her seat with some relief.

KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER the Cartel's super-drug is surging through Hex urging him to have a go at murderizing poor defenseless Atria. No. It's not right. He's able to think that just a little, since Quentin's dudes failed him, and some clarity of thought is making it through. Hex draws a breath and walks back over to his downed opponent, bending down to pick her up. "Le's go," he mumbles, and... fails to pick her up. She's solid. He's tired. Change of plans. Hex sits. "Let's just sit here a minute," Hex decides instead, and that is what he does.

"A bump? Don't be silly. It'll be way easier for me to seduce you if you have... this much." Vili measures out an extremely generous helping of spice to the guy he met like a minute ago. By now, he seems to no longer be worried about getting violently mauled by Kasia, so he's put a bit of distance between himself and the big lug.

"Dammit! I could have sworn that human lady had this in the bag. One of these days I'm really going to have to learn something about fighting if I'm going to keep betting on it..."

Reaching into his pocket, Vili pulls out the first of his payments, and gets ready to give Grishk the credits he won off of him fair and square by betting on the green one.

In a fight, always bet on the greenest one.

"BOO, NO HELPING!" Jehn hollers into the pit, throwing her glass into another light fixture - but... It's over. She realizes this and looking over at Tess she blinks, one limp trash noodle still held over her head. "I think these places are terrible influences on just about everybody." The pilot decides, meekly.

Vasani is calm, cool, and collected as she has her drink. As soon as it (and the fight) is finished though, all of that is gone. "YEAHHHHH!!!" She screams and throws her empty glass in excitement, joining in the fun and paying no attention at all to where it goes.

Vasani's glass hits the ring and Hex mumbles, "Dammit Grom!"

It takes Naelyn a moment, lowering his flag and rushing forward a bit, to get a better look down into the pit, his breath failing him for a moment when Jehni is shouting for death. She gets one of the patented Naelyn Looks. Its Look 2.3: I could scold you but ain't nobody got time for this right now, but I still love you. - But with that given, he's quickly exhaling with relief when instead he's just having a seat and he shakes his head slowly, bowing his head to whisper another quiet prayer and then moving to try to wave to Hex, almost shyly from the stands. Giving a little bounce and a finger waggle before cupping his hands around his mouth. "Invite her for tea!"

"HEK --KKKCHHHOO" Rheisa's celebratory whoop turns a bit gurgle-sneezy when some mystery dust tickles its way up her nose, down her throat, on her tongue...

She sneezes thrice more, face screwing into a superbly irritated, eye-watering expression before the stinging sensation fades and clarity resumes. SUPER clarity. Like...a moth fluttering somewhere behind may as well be pounding on her montrals and what was just a noisy, messy stadium three seconds prior is now a TOTAL sensory overload. Frozen in a crouch midway from stand-to-sit, Rheisa is faced with a completely new perception of reality. A spiced perception. If she had hackles, they'd be up, but she doesn't, so best she can do is a disconcerted whine.

Things in her way! Rarrr, Tess smash.

Call it celebration, Hex won yay.

Call it a need for destruction and general malcontent. Yay, Tess is rude.

The mando'a throws things, chairs and the like. Not because she wants to hit people with them but because someone is all out of things to say so she falls back on easy with nondirected violence on inanimated objects!

Grishk shakes his head. "Just keep my share of the winnings and put it on me tomorrow" The Orange lizard says as he watches the official ending of the fight. "Why not? Worst I lose is 5k, most I make is more than 5k." He points to Vili. Standing from his seat.

"Hi, King Saj!" chirps Skye. She's rather near Grom; all the being greeted gets her attention. "No one lost their teeth or a limb or an eyeball or their lives but there was, apparently, a sufficient amount of blood. We learned interesting things about Hex's penis. Es. So it's been, like, an all around win."

This has been wild, but Jehni'va is already laden with guilt over her nasty words and thrown drinkware -- and Naelyn gave her look 2.3 and that's how she knows she's in deep shit, and not the kind that he brings her the good drugs and body glitter to recover from. "FEEL BETTER, YOU GUYS!" She screeches into the pit, patting at her fellow Defiance-goers as she finally squeezes out of the stands, one trash noodle hanging from her hand as she and her Hex costume disappear into the night.

If Skye had been here the other night she might have seen Sajin's 'penis'. "Oh? Eh, I wouldn't take too much stock in what the others say about his manhood. It's just some rough hazing is all. Oh I beat Tarion. Like. Really bad. But I also got a Murder Boner so. That was weird." He looks to Grom, "Oh did they match us up? Don't hold back, Grom. It's the only way I'll learn to be a better fighter." He nods in afirmation. Then back to Skye, "We should go do that thing we said we'd do while Tarion's at the clinic." He chuckles.

Atria continues to lie there on the floor. A small trickle of blood runs down her cheek from her mouth and nose and bruises are definitely beginning to show up on her tanned skin. She's going to be feeling this fight for a while. Unless Klo gives her the 'good stuff'.

With the fight over, and the fighters on the ground, Kasia gets to her feet and works her way around to the main floor of this fighting pit, however one gets there, until she's at the edge of the ring in which Hex is seated. "Ka're?" she asks, her tone a little more tentative now that they're not yelling at one another. "Are you okay?" A pause as she looks down to the bleeding woman. "Is she?"

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT Hex has had a minute to sit a spell and think about the way Atria's knee rearranged his organs, protected from mortal peril only by all the bad food decisions post-army, and he gets up again, this time managing to hoist Atria up in a fireman's carry. Any helpers running the show get growled at until he gets out of the ring, trudging towards Klo until he finds a table near her upon which to (carefully) deposit Atria. "I found this I think it belongs to you," the Twi'lek mumbles, and then just wanders off, without answering poor Kasia or speaking to anyone else he knows. He seems more than a little out of it, which perhaps answers his wife's question, and disappears into the back-stage area the fighters emerged from. NOW IS YOUR TIME, VILI, NOW YOU CAN GET WITH KASIA!

Sajin blinks, "He entered the competition and they matched us up. But yeah, no I didn't /mean/ to get a boner. Combat stims are weird. Siha was here. It was really weird, I'm telling you." He gives a bit of a huff and shakes his head.

Grom shakes his head to Sajin, "No, Grom will fight winner of Little Lizard warrior and some human called Yak. YOU will face funny head noodles."

Sajin frowns, "Daww, I gota try ta beat up the boss? Man, what luck."

Having heard about the fights, Kyn decided to come check it out, but a shuttle he was on came out of hyperspace too early and than afterwards it took a long time to even get back to the right directions and what the hell. So as Kyn comes walking into the Pit palace he sees that he's missed the fight but there are still people here so he goes and grabs a drink.

Fortunately for Atria, Klo came prepared for a possible loss -- or at least to profit from a loss on her opponent's behalf -- and had announced her presence as medical staff to the organizers beforehand. Which is why she's able to come onto the combat floor and tend to the fallen fighter.

Though, not before first offering Hex a business card in return for the Atria that was given to her. "My rates are reasonable, look me up."

Then, she's back to digging through her pockets for... there it is! A brightly colored syringe with a lovely cocktail of drugs guarenteed to a) wake Atria up (probably suddenly) and b) numb the pain away. Because, really. Atria doesn't need to be able to /walk/ well. She can just lean on Klo and stumble. Really.

...assuming she realizes the fight is over, that is, because the doctor's got to get close in order to inject her crewmate.