Log:Hutt Cartel: Fight Night Championship - Grom v Sar

Hutt Cartel: Fight Night Championship - Grom v Sar

OOC Date: June 20, 2018
Location: Pit Fighters Palace - Hutt District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Usha, Grom, Eevy Kal, Netep Muri, Vili, Vasani, Darius Wildes, Sar Yavok, Cyri Va, Punt Ztel, Lyra Sirella, Tess Ul'Datha

PACKED. This is perhaps the place is PACKED. Apparently people like to watch others get beaten to a pulp, get up, and then do it all over again. Who knew? Usha knew. That's why this even is happening in the first place. The Zeltron is dressed in very no-nonsense black attire for tonight is the biggest night of her time on Nar Shaddaa thus far. And she is quite pleased with the turn out. From the staff area, she oversees Cartel lackeys rushing around doing their duties, and through her walkie talkie she communicates, "Last show, losers. Let's make it a good one."

The lights in the audience dim, while the lights in the ring brighten for everyone's attention.

Sitting off in his little dugout is Sar Yavok. He's wearing his traditional red and green short shorts, hand tape, and nothing else. The man sits quietly, smoking away at his cigarillo.

Grom stands snorting and growling, his lips twitching back from teeth as the Houk warrior awaits the call to stalk toward the arena. A massive brick of scaly muscle, he is bare above the thick waist, where cloak-like garments hangs from the hips over each leg. A walk-out headpiece formed of colossal fangs radiates in a spread out from the back of his head, making the massive alien loom even even larger.

Eevy is here. Not just here, but dressed up in a silvery sparkly dress that comes to just above her knees, a jacket, some flats that match the jacket, and makeup. Like for real, evening makeup, she looks... nice. And very unlike herself, enough so that some people might not even recognize her. For some reason she's in the staff box, standing up with her arms folded, frowning mildly at the ring. That frown might help to identify her, it's very familiar.

Ugh. This morning hit like a ton of bricks. Another dressing change, medical bill, and swallow of questionable drugs later and Netep Muri's sent her cabby in the wrong direction. But, while she's here...why not? She'd seen the flyers, the aired highlights, heard the gossip about the fight tourney up until now, so may as well sit in for the final event, yeah? The finale! The sorta diminuative space gypsy stiffly picks her way through the rowdy crowd in a saggy, baggy tank that belongs to someone twice her mass probably and sports a half dazed, half wincing expression that says she doesn't care. Her hair's a bit deranged, working its way out of the tie she'd found on the ground back there in a last ditch effort to tame the mane. Cuz it's hard to remove all those bits of osma from her hair for the desired shower with just the one hand. Her right arm is strapped closely to her torso in a sling and padded bacta patch visible on her back through the loop of tank. As the lights start dimming, she swears around a mouthful of crispy kernels and sneaks a sip from somebody's straw on her way by.

Up near the action, everyone's favorite unwashed Zeltron is scrolling lazily through his datapad. Yes, HIS. We said favorite UNWASHED Zeltron, not favorite Zeltron... the qualifier is very important there.

Vili is shirtless, as is his custom when he watches people fight, apparently. But as a sign of his newfound respectability, he's found some sort of elaborate silk sash to wear sideways over his torso like some sort of bandolier. The kind of bejeweled, silk, purple sash that a prostitute might wear, that is.

It goes pretty well with the sloppy man-bun he's got his hair pulled up in, but doesn't go so well with the shaggy homeless guy beard he's been growing the past few months. He really needs to pick a look and just stick with it...

He's being a bit more discreet about his gambling operations tonight, but by now everyone seems to have figured out what his game is. Already, a small crowd has gathered around him, giving him envelopes full of credits or slips of paper with legally-binding IOUs on them. All of this he faithfully keeps track of on his datapad, while trying to keep a running tally on the fight.

Vasani and Darius are seated together, as close as they can be to the ring per Vasani's request. Slasst is with them of course, and Vasani is wearing a big crown to symbolize her support for Grom. Slasst also has a tiny crown pinned to his feather mane. Vasani has a big cooler with her containing two cases of cakes, one Grom Cake, made in the shape of Grom with a crown on his head to reward the big guy with after the fight, another, undecorated cake specifically brought for throwing. Hey, its not glass this time, okay?

Buf Finkel, the eccentric Rodian who has led us through this hell of a journey thus far, has saved his best outfit for this evening. He steps into the middle of the arena appearing donning his suit of sparky, shiny gold. His bowtie is encrusted with multicolored gems and his collar and sleeves and pant legs are all trimmed with rhinestones. Ever the professional he stands proud but nervously eyes Grom from the corner of his eye. One last clear of his throat and he gets to work in that authoritative, buttery, baritone:

"Good people of this smuggler's moon. This is night we've all been waiting for. The bout that these two contestants have been clawing their way toward. It's the CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH OF THE NAR SHADDAA FIGHTING COMPETITION. One will go home a lesser man, and the other will go home a KING with the top prize of 15,000 CREDITS."

"Ladies and Gentleman, I ask you - ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLEEEEE?"

Grom stares down Finkel with narrowed yellow eyes, giving a great wordless bellow of warning to the Rodian; the sort of thing that reverberates in the lungs of those standing too close. "Grom is already King!" he shouts afterward, just to be clear.

"GROM IS GONNA BE TWO KINGS!!!!" Vasani cheers after Buf Finkel finishes his introductions. "GO GET EM, GROM!!" She screams into the stadium, anxious for the fight to start and excited to watch it.

"In the RED corner, standing at 6 feet, weighing in at 180 lbs, the HERO of the Rebellion ... the Dad who is not like all the other Dads - he's a cool Dad ... "

"SAR YAAAAVOOOOKKKKK"

The video droids are most certainly surrounding the human to project his image on the screen. But one floats over to a group of men and women in the crowd who have collectively shaved the sides of their heads and dyed their hair to match Sar's. It's meant to look cool and supportive, but really they just look like they're part of a creepy cult. Up in the staff box, Usha watches on, turning around only when someone arrives in the box with her. "This isn't the audience area, please le-WHOA!" She does a double take when she realizes its Eevy. "Sorry! Come. Sit. I'll be able join you in a second. You drink right? Get a drink!" She snaps for a server to help out the doc.

Sar Yavok grimaces and moves to stand in the ring. A guttural sort of growl comes out as he lays eyes on his opponent. It's either gonna be a heck of a fight, or not fight at all. Oh, stars above, here it goes...Netep squints her bleary eyes against the thunderous roar of noise building in the stands at the announcer's prompt and soon her own is 'Aaauuuuuuuughh!'ing into the mix, but perhaps for different reasons. She pops out between a pair of boisterous Gammoreans and clambers over a bench, past some knees, and down one more level to get a quick read on those placing bets. One look at the contestants though and she'll probably have a safe enough hunch about who to wager her hard-earned, spiece-thieving credits on.

"I'll put..." a brief pat down of her pockets. "Four hundred-fifty cred on the 'cool' Dad." Because bork hunches. The pain killers are kicking in and Muri doesn't care. Does Eevy drink. Of course she drinks! She's a doctor on Nar Shaddaa, if you do that, you HAVE to drink. It's the law. She doesn't seem surprised in the face of the surprise, she looks different and she knows it. "Thanks. I will." She adjusts the jacket a little absently and heads for the bar area, ordering herself something strong, and fancy, because she doesn't have to pay for it right? She's definitely going to take advantage of that. Grom grunts and snorts as Sar makes his entrance, shifting his weight forward and back on his massive feet with impatience to get his own entrance (and thus the fight) underway.

"In the BLUE, reaching a whopping 7 and a half feet tall, weight a full four hundred whole pounds. The Conqueror of the Sky Road ... The King of ... the King of..." Buf has a moment for all the audience to see where that put together exterior falls apart to reveal a complex knot of nerves. He looks to the staff box tears in his eyes begging through the microphone, "Usha. Usha I can't do it. I can't."

"ITS FAH-LAY YOU IMBECILE." The Zeltron yells from her station.

He mutters, "It's fah ... oh." A second look at this cue card, he suddenly regains his composure and confidence. "The KING of FAH-LAY ... the MIGHTY ..."

"GROOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM"

Grom's child fans are out in droves today. The video droids pan over their wide eyes and innocent faces as they clutch onto their squishy Houk plushies. They seem just as excited to see Buf Finkel get the damn name right as they are to see their absolute hero.

As always the referee meets the fighters in the middle. "I want a good clean fight. No weapons. No fancy alien power-ups. 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!

Looking up briefly, Vili taps in the four hundred-fifty credit wager. More bets on Sar Yavok than he expected tonight, he can't help but think that he must have forgotten to round a decimal or something... But he's wagering with stolen money anyway, so who really cares?

"Four fifty, got it." He looks up again suddenly, doing a slight double take. "Why hellooo... it's a lady." He holds out his pink hand, ends of his fingers still wrapped up in bandaged from that One Time He Got Tortured A Few Weeks Ago.

"You know, it's considered good luck to sit with a Zeltron when you're betting on a fight. Just so happens that I still have a seat available next to me, and it'll only cost you twenty credits."

When summoned, Grom stalks toward the arena with another shout of, "King Grom is here!" just in case anyone had managed not to notice him, yet. At last, the Rodian is not pursued from the ring, or threatened with dismemberment, though the Houk does add, "Pink yelling woman is right, Imbecile," he growls, removing the large toothy headpiece and handing it off to someone, not much caring who. "Blue Cakes is right," he growls, yellow eyes narrowing on Sar Yavok. "Grom will soon be KING King Grom." Because that's how double kingdoms work, or something.

Vasani is EXTREMELY jealous of those stuffed Grom plushies. "Where do I get me one a' those?" She asks looking around hoping to find a vendor or something walkng the aisles of the arena. The searching doesn't last for long though as Grom is announced and enters the ring. "KING GROM!!!!!!" Vasani is here in full support of her big beefy friend and screams wildly in his favor when he comes out, probably irritating the viewers around her. "BEAT UP THE PUNY MAN!!" She yells, even though Sar is /signifigantly/ bigger than her. He's puny compared to Grom, okay.

"So who's this King of Fale?" Muri takes hold of that germy hand, hikes a leg over, and does plunk down into the offered seat. A sigh of relaxation, relief, resignation blows noisily through her lips and she looks like she might need some toothpicks to prop her eyelids open in about thirty seconds. "I'm not paying for this seat, FYI. I /will/ buy you a drink. Square?"

"Alright," is Sar's response to Grom before the older Corellian man charges at him. It's the lead up to a quick lashing kick that goes just a bit too far to the side of the Houk. Grom charges right back at Sar, though while the human's swift kick does no harm to the reptilian avalanche, the Houk isn't quite quick enough to crush Sar with a dangerous overhand fist-smash, which impacts the ground rather than the human's head. "You're quick," he rumbles in insightful observation.

"Somethin' like that," is Sar's response as he rolls to the side and hops up, slamming an elbow into where he thinks Grom's audiotory receptors might be. He has no idea. Houks are gross.

"One step ahead of you Spots. " Darius says after Vasani comes back from looking for a Grom plushy. He had snatched one from a kid upon walking in. Nah, just kidding. Darius loves kids, he traded him 100 credits for it and told him to rain down the candy for his pals. He hands it over to her but stays in his seat, and he seems tired. He was up all night organizing his collection of model starships and then disliked the way he did it. Redid it again, and then didn't like that. Repeat and oh hey look it is daytime.

Grom is elbowed upside the head, and grins a big toothy smile. "Let's have headbutt contest!" he shouts, excitedly, lunging toward Sar, in an effort to grab and pick him up which (happily for the Sar-bros) he fails to do.

A Cartel lackey who looks not a day older than 17 squirms his way to the audience to head toward Vili. Upon reaching the grimy Zeltron, he hands the man an small envelope, bows and gives a respectful "Sir" before running off back into the audience.

"Let's not," Sar says, rolling out of the way of the charge and grab. Turning on his heel, he jumps into the air and drives a kick into the big lizard's back.

Vasani's eyes sparkle at the incoming Darius with mini-Grom in tow. She grabs onto the toy hugging it tightly before waving it around in the air, having the toy cheer for his likeness too. "BUTT HIS HEAD!!" She yells, hugging the plush again before grabbing some of the throwing-cake and smooshing it through the cage. It goes nowhere. and now everything is sticky.

"More than square, my lovely little human acquaintance. The drinks here are outrageous..." Vili looks knowingly off toward the concession stand, almost as if he's trying to estimate just how much money he, er... they, are making tonight.

"Not nearly enough of those Grom toys are selling tonight... I knew I should have doubled down on the Sar Yavok Action Figures." At this point, Vili seems to be talking mostly to himself. "Come with a Teras Kasi Grip, you know..."

Grom grunts and his weight shifts with the force of Sar's kick. He felt that one, and the toothy smile turns into an angry snarl, accompanying a heavy swiping backhand with his skull-sized left fist that connects to Sar's ribs.

Sar Yavok oofs and hits the ground. He's back on his feet quickly, though, a hand pressed to his side. "Good hit," he says, nodding to the Houk before moving to do the same. Sar may be small, but he's been punching people for a long time. His swing digs in deep, though it's likely he only gets the /one/ rib.

Now that the fight is under way, Usha takes a seat and kicks her legs up on an empty chair. She herself has been nursing a beer and turning to Eevy glances at the doctor's frown and asks, "Is your face permanently stuck like that?"

This is about the time most beings collapse into bloodied unconsciousness. Grom, however, grunts, and belatedly notices that Sar's initial elbow has started a trickle of dark purple blood dripping down the side of his head. Nostrils flaring and noticing the scent, Grom roars in outrage, teeth bared and eyes narrowed, shouting, "BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD!" as he charges the scrappy human.

Eevy has a drink in hand, it's some dark liquor over ice, nothing frilly but definitely nice quality. Or at least as nice as she can get here. "Yes," she answers Usha as she settles back into the seat and immediately takes a sip of the drink. "Or it probably is by this point in my life." It does relax though, so the frown isn't QUITE as pronounced as it was.

Netep shoots Vili an odd little look but the sudden sound of meat thwacking meat in the ring jars her back to face forward. Omg the ribs. Omg. Hers start to ache a little empathetically there, or maybe they just still hurt from being shot off the back of that damn cart. Muri's belly starts feeling as green as her hair and she stands abruptly. "Drinks," says the groaning gal as she goes climbing back the way she came, TO those concessions. Except....sonfbitch. A pointed look down at her lack of available hand sends her three steps back to Vili to offer the crispy kernels to him for safekeeping. "Watch this a sec." NOW she goes to get the drinks.

Cyri Va enters the place, apparently late as the event has already started. Trying to navigate an unfamiliar city is not fun. She looks around and takes in the environment, a smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth as she takes a seat. Her attention, however, seems to be more on the spectators and only occasionally does she glance to the fight.

Probably a bad idea, but Sar stays in place and does a quick spin kick, aiming for the rib he just laid a beating on. It's hard to put a Houk down, apparently.

"Grom is taking quiet a few hits. Sar seems interesting. Beat down Hex, holding his own fine against Grom. For a silver fox, he isn't half bad. " Darius says as he runs a hand through his beard. He is intrigued by the older man, but he is sure Vasani is becoming more and more distressed with each hit Grom takes. "We should find out more about him Spots."

Grom charges straight through the kick, though his thick torso does absorb the full force of it, slamming a fist at the human's face and following it with another. Forget defense, he seems to be trying to drive Sar into the dirt.

A large form in a tarp-sized 'bit' of burlap moves quietly into the main viewing chamber of the Pit Fighters Palace, small jet black eyes falling onto the carnage into the ring. It is a shame that he's so late to the rumble. He moves as close to the ring as he's able, though he seems careful not to hurt any of the other spectators on his approach. Shiny dark hands reach up, and pull back the hood, so that he's able to view the end of the melee. His many toothed mouth breaks open into a gaping smile. Punt does enjoy the fights.

Watching his favorite new human acquaintance leave, Vili's expression can probably best be summarized as a 'creepy leer.' It's the closest thing he has to a default expression though, so maybe Netep Muri shouldn't get too excited if she happens to turn back and see it.

As the sounds from the pit drown out the crowd temporarily, Vili suddenly remembers what he's even here for. The fight is in full swing, and demands his full attention. After a few well-placed hits, a little bit of sweat starts to form on his skin as he watches the fighters.

Reaching beneath his seat, he pulls out a long, flat wooden thing, and snaps his wrist. It folds out into an enormous shimmersilk fan, with which he immediately begins fanning himself.

"Holy scrote! I wasn't expecting it to get so hot in here..."

That punch to the face sends Sar to the floor, clutching his cheek. But, again, he's back up, driving a mean uppercut into the Houk's chin with a piercing yell.

"Ya' got a crush on 'im or somethin'?" Vasani teases Darius, clutching both the stuffed grom and the Slasst in anticipation, wincing at each hit be it on Sar or Grom. Both of them are such capable fighters, it's intense to watch. Slasst meanwhile, is licking the bits of cake residue that was left on Vasani's hand from smooshing it through the cage. "GO GROM!!!!" She cheers again, probably distressing the lizard in her arms, but not enough to scare him away.

Grom takes a blow or two for each he gives back in his furious flurry, and for the first time any on Nar Shaddaa can recall, Grom looks hurt. Whether drugs or sheer mad stubbornness, the human and Houk keep striking, with Grom's ceaseless hammering fists finally connecting with their mark.

It's the ceaseless hammering fists that finally do Sar in. The old Corellian hits his back, and it doesn't look like he's gonna be moving anytime soon. Luckily, he's resting easy knowing that Grom now has to face the rage...of Maeve.

"Well, even if it is stuck that way, you look good tonight," Usha smiles at Eevy, pondering a moment if it would be wise to offer a doctor some drugs. "But I suppose what matters is how you feel." She looks at the sparkly dress and then asks, "Do you feel good in that?"

The referee rushes out for the count.

"1..."

"2..."

"3...."

DING DING DING!!!!

Netep returns to her seat to see that things aren't looking good for her shitty investment. A proffered drink of hazy orange is extended over Vili's left shoulder before she dare try the split-leg stretch required to get back into that spot. "What'd I--" And then Sar goes down. "..." Sigh. "Kriff." And she just stands there, holding Vili's drink and contemplating where the nearest banking terminal might be to secure a ride home later.

A throaty keening from his throat, followed by a high pitched noise from his blowhole seems to be the Herglic's chosen form of joining the crowd in appreciation of this brawl of the ages. He thumps his fists together in a martial form of applause, and continues to make that really annoying high pitched whistling noise. Punt also shifts from foot to foot in excitement, excited by the atmosphere in this unfamiliar, yet very familiar place.

Grom throws his head back and roars, fists bruised purple and splattered red shaking with the force of the sound, nostrils flaring and snorting as he shouts, "Grom is the strongest!"

"Winner by knockout AND CHAMPION OF NAR SHADDAA....GROOOOMMMMM!"

"Oh shit-" Vasani reacts to Grom's final beat down of Sar. "He GOT him!" She says to Darius, as if he didn't see it for himself. "KING KING GROM KING OF ALL!!" Vasani chants as Grom is formally announced the winner. "Dare, how d'we get down there? We gotta get this celebratory Grom-Cake ta' him right away!!" Vasani asks, though entering a fighting pit with a drugged up already violent Houk MIGHT not be the best idea, she doesn't care because that's Grom!! and he won!!!

The mousey, brown haired, brown-eyed young woman that slips into the rotunda isn't likely to draw much attention. Not with the round newly over and the opponent knocked out. Not with all the strange, unfmailiar, and familiar faces. The short human girl finds an empty seat toward the back and sits down to see what comes next.

"Yeah, Grom might be a little passionate cause of the stims if we get to close-" Darius cuts himself off, leaping to his feet he snatches up the cake. "Ah, hell only live once right? Stay behind me Spots, I'll take a Grom punch for ya. " That's love baby. He waits a moment and feels Vasani climb onto him, piggy back style. "KING GROOOMMMM!!!" The young Captain howls as he takes off into the ring holding a giant cake the shape of Grom. "WINNER, WINNER NABOO DUCK DINNERRR!" He screams more attempting to run circles around the Houk with the BLue Twi'lek hanging onto his back

"Thank you," Eevy replies in a way that's more polite than is her usual, but she's outside of her own domain, so she's being a liiiittle bit nicer than usual. "I don't know that I would say I feel good. It feels strange to be in a dress again." She smooths both hands down her legs and glances over at Usha again. "It's been a long time."

Vasani hugs onto Darius as he carries her (and the Grom Cake) to the ring. Following close behind is Slasst, making echo sounds behind the two of them and helping to clear the way to the ring. "GROM GROM GROM GROM!" Vasani hops off of Darius' back once they get to him and reaches into her pocket, only to throw out a rainbow of confetti that she was hiding in there. All of the confetti sticks to the blood-soaked Grom.

Wandering into the VIP/Staff room is RYO ODESSA *guitar strum*. "Usha, my love! I've come to congratulate you on your championship fight. When does it start?" he asks, waggling a bottle of champagne at the Zeltron lady. Then he spies Eevy. "Oh. Hello." He looks around awkwardly for a moment before holding the bottle aloft once more. "Champagne?"

"Cake?" Grom snarls, yellow eyes fixing on the cake carried aloft by Vasani, who us carried aloft in turn by Darius, running circles around him. A few clumsy grabs fail to secure the cake, resulting in rising irre and a shout of "CAAAAKE. Stupid horse sit still!"

Lyra shakes her head and speaks softly as if to herself. "I really hope I didn't miss the main event." The young woman extracts a nail file from her utility belt and starts smoothing her already short nails as she waits to see if there is going to be another bout.

Usha lets the lackeys take care of the rest of the evening. They hand Grom some tacky sort of trophy and a sack that represents 15,000 credit chits even tho its just filled with cotton.

"A long time? When's the last time you wore one, and why?" she asks. Though she's distracted by the new arrival to the room and with a dimply grin, the champagne offering puts her in a good mood. "Darling of course! Have you met my friend Eevy Kal?" she asks Ryo. Are they even friends lololol?

Cyri Va observes the proceedings with a critical eye. She stands and moves slowly through the crowd, listening to conversations as she passes by. So many people present, so many stories unfolding. Every once in a while, she'll pause to linger and listen to what she's hearing.

Punt, as he fight has ended, and the cheery mayhem has begun, filters toward the exit. He's calmed down with the cheering, and nows his bulk starts toward the door. If it's possible to look out of place on Nar Shaddaa, he does. He's way too careful and polite in the crowd, until he finds the door, and slips out. His brown hood is pulled up as he departs.

"Remember me as the great lover I wasss" Darius says to Vasani as a massive Houk part comes flying at him. It is like slow motion as he tosss the Cake into the air and then slides down onto his knees, Grom's murder parts lightly grazing his hair. Quickly spinning around he holds up his hands and grabs the cake just before it was going to splat onto the ground and ruin all of Vasani's amazing work. Alls well that ends well right? He holds the cake to Grom. "Your grace! Your reward from the noble lands of glasshole!"

Eevy's eyes move over to Ryo as he steps into this special staff area, eyeing him in her perpetually unimpressed way of hers, then looks back to Usha. "Years. Four? Five? The last time was at a poilitical event on--" a pause and she actually looks away for a moment. "A political event with my husband. I don't remember what it was because they were all exactly the same." Her gaze moves back to Ryo again. "We haven't met." Or have they? The truth is they might've met half a dozen times and she might not remember without a chart there to tell her they'd met.

Vasani chases after the Grom who is chasing after the Darius-horse who is catching the Grom-Cake. What is this. "Waiiiit!! Grom hold on!!!" She tries her darndest to descalate the situation. "Grom!! Ya' got money!! And Grom Cake!!" She smiles, throwing another handful of confetti "You won!!" The Twi'lek cheers as Darius opens up the cake box to Grom.

Ryo Odessa moves over to Usha, his steel-toed oxfords clicking with each step. Leaning in, he gives the pink woman a kiss on the cheek and holds the bottle out to her. "I'll even let you pour it for me," he says with a grin, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a half hug before he turns to regard Eevy. Extending a hand to her, he says, "Ryo. Charmed."

"Ow, hey," Muri complains as the first of many gamblers come crowding 'round to collect their winnings. She gets bumped forward and the Zeltron gets a sample of his free beverage on his lap. Probably not the grossest thing that's happened there. "Hey, I--that's my s--" Nope. Nope, her seat is now the floor where she's whumped down and just curls best she can out of the way of feet and the like. While she's down there trying not to guess what stickiness is soaking through her denym, she takes the opportunity to dig around for the creds she owes. Like a good girl. Every now and again her hand flies up to ward off somebody's something from touching her healing, burny burny hole.

Lyra shakes her head, "I guess I did miss the main event." The young woman stands up, having only been here a few minutes, and heads out.

"Grom is appeased by the dual prizes of glory and cake," the Houk mutters. "And monies. The three prizes of glory, cake, and monies. And a trophy." This may go on for awhile.

"And dances! Your grace. Of course we must have dances to celebrate. And feasts. Displays of strength!" Darius is not helping the situation of Grom listing great prizes and rewards for his winning. He tries to keep Grom going as long as he can. "Of course invading another Kingdom is a must. Forcing others to send tribute as acknowledgement of your power, that is another must. Yep, you know personally I feel like the planet Rishi should be taken down a peg. Maybe start there?"

Usha likewise gives Ryo a kiss on the cheek. They're very Euro about it, and then plucks the champagne out of the card shark's hand. "You know, for a man that has such steady hands, you certainly don't like to use them," she says looking over the bottle and unable to tell if it's cheap or something good. Booze is booze. "Ryo is an old family friend of my mothers." Which is a nice way of saying 'he screwed my Ma'.

        Though as she pours the bubbly into some glasses, Usha looks up and blinks at Eevy. "Husband? Political husband? Oh my, does anyone else know of him? Is he ... on this mooon?"

Tess has been hawking up in the stands like a vulture during the celebration of a fight she barely missed. Sar is already gone, but the Mando'a is watching the precessions of well wishers coming to bid their undying adoration of the great victor! Meanwhile, she's up there with a beer bottle twisting in her hand, bouncing against her fingers while watching the exchange of fine culinary delights exchanging hands. With Grom now the owner of a cake, Tess rears her arm back and sends the beer bottle sailing through the stands, over those remain in their seats drinking, over the well wishers and open end down right in the center of the cake with a SPALT! "FIFTY POINTS!" Fists in the air!

"Aaaaaand confetti!!! A party!!" Vasani reaches into her pocket for some more confetti and before she can throw it up in the air in celebration, he face is splattered with all of her hard work. She drops the confetti, giving up on the celebratory throw and pouts, puppydog eyes looking from Grom to Darius, and back to Grom, and finally in the general direction of the thrown bottle.

"I'm sure," is Eevy's dry reply to Ryo and all his charms, giving him another look before her attention shifts back to Usha. "A few people know about him. We haven't been very together for the last few years." Which probably explains why so few people know about him. "He's not exactly a politician anymore, either. He's not on this moon, no. He used to work on Hosnian Prime." So, you know, he definitely doesn't work there anymore.

"He managed to get off in time, then? That's very good. I'm sure you were wracked with worry," Ryo remarks to Eevy, before looking over to Usha. "And of course I don't use my hands. Have to keep them in pristine condition," he says with a grin.

"Of COURSE more conquest," Grom sniffs at Darius, rapidly losing track of the litany of things Darius babbles recites. "Bah!" he grunts dismissively. "First is cake." Big toothy maw opened to take a bite of the prize cake, platter and all, when the bottle splatters half the cake away. Narrow yellow eyes follow the trajectory and he sights Tess. "HA. The lover of Droids cheers for Grom and cake. LET THE CHEERING STONES FALL!" He then takes the delayed bite if the remaining cake and platter.

"Yeah, cheering stones..." Darius trails off as he looks over to Vasani. Then to the ring. They are in ground zero. Panic, and he doesn't pay attention to WHO threw the first stone. "Welp, congrats your grace!" He says and then snatches Vasani's hand, starting to skip out of the ring with her. "Don't worry, don't worry I'll wash it all up back home, yeah? We need a nice warm bath anyways!" He seems now excited at the prospect. "Or, wait I'll bring us to some hot springs! Hot spring party!" He stops as they get to the exit of the ring glance to where the 'staff' area would be. Or more where Usha would be. "USHA?! DO YOU KNOW ANY GOOD HOT SPRINGS?!"

What?! Tess tilts her head to the side damn near to laying her temple against her shoulder as the Houk encourages her and others to engage in more throwing of things. After a second, she trots down the stands and hops over the railing into the fighting ring, "I don't know how I wasn't in this contest.. how I missed this.." Finger waving with a armored hand at Darius and co.

Slasst scampers behind Vasani and Darius, clueless as to what is going on. When they stop for Darius to yell his question, Slasst comes over standing on his back legs, and licks the splattered cake off her face. Vasani giggles petting the giant lizard down and smiling again. "Sounds good to me!" she finally responds.

"I-" Usha begins and then hears her name being called from below. She hands a champagne glass to both Eevy and Ryo before peeking her head out of the box to see Darius. "NOT ON THIS SHIT HOLE OF A MOON," she calls. And then her walkie goes off: "Oosh. Brodie's got his head stuck in a...well just come down to the locker rooms and see for yourself." With a long sigh, Usha turns back to her company, "I'm sorry. No rest when you're on the job. Please just relax and enjoy. Drink and refreshments are on me." And at a walk that's more like a run, she dashes out of the staff box.