Log:Hutt Cartel: Fight Night Semifinals: Sar v Hex

Fight Night Semifinals: Sar v Hex

OOC Date: June 7, 2018
Location: Pit Fighter's Palace
Participants: Kasia Ashkuri, Sar Yavok, Hex, Grom, Fennix Lash, Darius Wildes, Vasani, Jonn Drayson, Rheisa Dirleel, Tarion Tavers, Siya, Qadira Suuryet, Sajin

It's been a couple of weeks since the last fight, but tonight the arena is kind of packed, at least compared to the earlier fights. Members of the audience have picked sides, showing their allegiances to a particular fighter through a variety of merchandise sold by vendors in the lobby, and outside of the fighter palace. Green lekku hats, Sar Yavok masks, pennants with colors, letters, faces and phrases make up just some of the items that spectators wear and brandish while in the audience.

Large holo screens that will display the fight for those who can't see the right presently have the larger than life faces of the fighters on the, clips of past fights, facts that might be entirely made up. Or maybe it's true that Sar Yavok battled a Nexu bare handed while only wearing socks. YOU DECIDE.

The lights over the audience dim, while the ring brightens into view, marking the beginning of this spectacle.

A pit fight? Kadi doesn't usually go anywhere near those. But! It's Hex. And Sar Yavok. And even Kadi has heard of it. So it must be big right? Truthfully, Kadi is here because she really hopes neither one of the combatants gets badly hurt. Yeah yeah, that's the name of the game, but she can hope, right? She brings her pregnant self in - at least the noise and lights won't hurt the babies given they're still on the inside. She stares in horror at a Sar Yavok mask, and then sidesteps away from green lekku, shaking her head negatively. NO merchandise for her, hard to tell who she is cheering for. Her droids stick close, keeping their usual protective watch on her, as she meanders in, trying to find a neutral spot to watch.

Grom sits at what is becoming his favorite spot in the spectator's area, peering malevolently at the harmless disposable cup drinks are being served in, now. "This is a poor cheering stone," the Houk rumbles. "Do not fear!" he shouts at Hex, "Grom also brought knives!"

Waiting over in his own little pit is Sar Yavok, hero of the Resistance. But that's not common knowledge. What /is/ common knowledge is that he's a layabout ruffian and he punched the hell out of Zhu Yan one time, calling for a month of celebration across the Galaxy. He's wearing his standard fighty-time gear; a pair of half-red, half-green skintight shorts that accentuate his manly bulgings.

It was Fight Night, and once again, the announcers were at it. "Good evening everybody and welcome to the Pit Fighter's Palace and it's the semifinal tonight of the Nar Shaddaa Fighting Competition." "It's gonna be a slobberknocker of a fight, Michael! The mean, not so lean Twi'lek Machine, Hek'sashkuri, versus the sentient stench, the rascally rogue, Sar Yavok." "Didn't you lend money to Yavok, JR?" "I haven't seen it in years now."

Jonn Drayson was here, sorta up the back, trying to keep away from a VERY excited fan with VERY large... shoulders. And false-lekku. It was better than the time someone came in dressed like a Twi'lek robot. He did not look like he was enjoying his day.

"Don't worry, Grom, I brought you a whole bag of special cheering stones," calls a man in grey armor as he approaches the Houk, wearing a green lekku hat AND a Sar Yavok mask at the same time. He's also carrying a green reptile skin purse that those who know him may find somewhat ominous. "I couldn't find any other costume stuff for sale so I shoved a pillow under my jacket, for Hex, and a stick up my butt, for Sar," Tarion informs his compatriot, who may not actually recognize him under his CLEVER DISGUISE.

A lone Ryn with a fabulous handlebar mustache makes his way along the spectator area, stepping slowly from one step to the next as he descends toward a row of seating dangerously near the announcer table. Fennix Lash has donned a velvet tuxedo for the evening, completely gold in color and shimmering in the dim lighting. Perched atop his head and somewhat mashing his wild flame-like styling of snow white hair is a gaudy green lekku hat that clashes terribly with the color of his tuxedo, and a Sar Yavok mask on the /back/ of his head.

A loud clanging can be heard from behind him as C2-SXY falls one step at a time down the stands. Fennix is making a chirping, beeping, and whistling from his perforated nose at the droid behind him, and when he reaches the row of seating behind the announcer table, Fennix leaps up onto a seat and raises his hands into the air. "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! Taking bets here! Who's gonna win? Sexy Hexy or Savage Sar Yavok? Get in while the action is hot!"

Hex is here and his shorts are not skin tight. Aren't you glad? We know that you're glad. Don't get too happy though, because he IS shirtless, so... sorry about that. The big green alien is prowling around the ringside waiting pit, waiting for a mispronunciation of his name to summon him forth under the lights. He's also got green and red shorts, but the red and green's on opposite sides from Sar. Besties.

Vasani has been looking forward to this fight, though she does wonder how Hex went from being in the doctor's office to fighting in the pits in the same day. Whatever! It'll be fun!! She definitely got one of those Hex green lekku hats and is wearing on top of her own lekku. That's four lekku!! She is sitting on the Hex side of the fight of course, and once again with buckets full of bug snacks and drinks. With her of course is Darius and Slasst. Vasani bounces up and down seeing Grom from a distance and waving at him. "GROM CAKES!!" She runs over to where he is, reaching into her bag and pulling out a box containing a cake for him when she gets to him. Are these snacks, cake, and drinks for consuming or throwing? Only Defiance will decide. Slasst is on his leash attached to Vasani again, and gives Tarion a cowardly look, hiding behind his owner upon seeing the green reptile skin bag. Looks too much like his own skin to be comfortable.

The Rodian announcer strides out into the ring in a glittering orange suit that threatens to be blinding under the spotlights, his deep voice booming throughout the arena.

"Welcome to the last semi-final bout of the moon-wide fighting competition. Which of tonight's contestants will fight to move to the final match, and which will fight for third place? LET'S FIND OUT! CITIZENS OF NAR SHADDAA ... LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"In the red corner, standing at six feet tall, and weighing in at 175 pounds, we've all heard the legends, we all know the face--" which those kind of terrifying masks sort of resemble "--but you lucky people get to witness his prowess in person tonight! The Sexy Nexu Warrior of Corellia!" The announcer kind of sputters after that, but continues on like the professional that he is. "It's SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR YAAAAAVOOOOOK!"

A spotlight turns on to illuminate Sar as he heads for the ring, energetic music swelling up as droid cameras swoop around to catch the best angles of the fighter, which are shown on the large screens above.

Darius Wildes wears a very bright lime green suit, with a matching tie that says 'Danger Jones' on it. In fact the name Danger Jones is printed all over the suit and there seems to be a large tear in the back of it. So maybe he is supporting Hex? Regardless he looks pretty gross-I meant great! He runs over to where Grom and Tarion are with a sack thrown over his shoulder, following behind Vasani. "Also not just cake we got some really cool cheering stones!" He opens the bag and hands something to Grom. It is beautiful sphere made of green see through glass, that has the words 'ok ka' printed inside them in probably a gross yellow color.

Raising his fists into the air, Sar Yavok makes his way into the ring, soaking up all of the well-deserved adoration for a few short moments. Then, he's down to business. He pops his fingers and moves to rests his hands on his hips, making sure his shoulders look as broad as possible. Maybe that will scare Hex into submission.

Kadi stops where she is, hopefully not blocking the passage. She just stares at the ring, at the Rodian, and her mouth drops open at what she hears. "Good grief," she mutters. "I - am not sure what I am watching." She gets offered a drink, and declines, but she does move a bit closer. Still can't really see the ring, but she can see those big screens at any rate. "This is - Is it always like this?" she asks whoever is next to her, her amazement clearly showing.

Grom peers at the masked Tarion for a moment. He may be poor with given names, but the Houk never forgets a fetching ordnance satchel. "Trash knight, bringer of cheering stones!" And then Darius, "Cotswuld Glass-eye, bringer of MORE cheering stones!" he exclaims excitedly. "THIS WILL BE A GREAT FIGHT."

"Ladies and gentlemen if you look closely at the stands you might see King Grom of Fail," uh oh, "the other contestant in the final." "Don't get too close though! Last time he was spectating, he threw a glass so hard that he killed a man!" "I wouldn't call Bradshaw a man, JR. More like a mutant."

Jonn had spied Kadi in the audience and weaved his way through the pulsating crowd to stand close to the only person who he was familiar with that hadn't tried to kill him. "Yeah," he said, answering her question, then pointed in the distance towards the large Houk that had buried him in an unsanctioned hardcore match. "Dat guy deyre, he is der toughest and he fights like a monster. Do naht get clyose."

"Well, let's see which one of these asses is the bigger ass, and which is the... other ass. The smaller ass." Tarion pushes his Sar mask up off his face a bit as he takes a seat next to Grom, popping open his green scaly purse so that the Houk can select cheers from inside. "I'm betting that Sar is quick, but like, his drunken geezer style will just kind of bounce off Hex's blubber. Twi'lek skin is naturally rubbery, you know. They make tires from it on some worlds." They don't, and the nearby Vasani may find that offensive, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Tires?" Vasani touches one of her lekku. He real lekku, not the fake Hex lekku. Are they really that rubbery? That doesn't seem right... "Ya' want some?" Vasani smiles, holding up the cake to Grom. "An' we got bugs too if yer inta that!" She reaches into the bucket of crispy bugs with her other hand and stuffs her mouth full of it. After swallowing she gives a wide smile again, except she totally has bits of bugs between her teeth. Doesn't matter, this isn't a place for lookin fancy. Slasst wiggles his way around the feets of Vasani and Grom and attempts to rub up on Tarion, making a weird lizard purring kinda sound. "I'm so excited to see another fight!!" Vasani cheers, stuffing another handfull of bugs into her mouth.

The Rodian announcer -- Buf Finkel -- waits for the cheering, and music to fade out before he continues on.

"And in the blue corner, standing at Six Foot Three, and weighing Two-hundred and Forty pounds--" They've nudged his weight and height up slightly since the last fight. It might be accurate, they might just be trying to make him sound even more beastly.

"He's a mean green fighting machine, the Rylothian Twi'lek who is gonna WRECK! It's HEEEEEESSSKASH'KUUUUUURRRIIIIIII!"

Wrong. He got it wrong again. Better than last time, but still wrong. It doesn't matter though, because at that, the spotlights flare to life bathing Hex in a spotlight that follows him all the way to the ring.

The music rises again, but this time it's got more of an exotic flare, but just as stirring as the previous music. Droid cameras swoop in and out, filming him from a slightly lower angle to make him seem even more menacing, and just as before, those shots are what is projected onto the large screens above.

Kadi's eyes are owl-wide a sshe looks over at Jonn, listening ot his answer. "I am not sure if I like it or not," she says. "At least not yet. "But it certainly seems to be very exciting." Just then the intro for Hex goes up and Kadi looks that way, thinking. One hand raises to measure, and then she shakes her head. "Do they ever tell anything that is true?" she adds. She might be intelligent, but it's possible she's not very streetwise or used to such things.

"Of course your grace! A great fight and a great last day for that Rodian that made fun of you last time right Grom?" Darius says and flashes a smile to Grom before taking a seat next to him and Tarion. The sack is set down for all of them to grab from, similar to Tarion opening his purse for others. So kind. Grabbing a handful of bugs Darius throws them into his mouth. "Don't worry love, no-one is gonna turn you into tires. Hex's skin would probably be a better chose for how rubbery it is anyways!"

Hex is summoned, and lo, he appears, to the excitement of probably three people, and two of them are Vasani due to extra enthusiasm levels. "You ready to do this, ni muchi?" he yells at Sar, and IT IS ON.

"Scuse..." a million times over as Rheisa slinks and sometimes shoves her way around knees to climb over to the 'Defiance' section. She's late, but not /too/ late, it'd seem! Thank goodness. She makes a better door than a window until she gets to where she's going and a hand butts into Vasani's tub of bugs.

"And Buf Finkel our ring announcer has mispronounced Hexsash'kuri's name again." "It's pronounced Hek'sashkuri!" "No, it's Heksa'shkuri." "Who cares, look at the size of his gut, Michael!" "Nobody wants to see that. And don't change the topic!"

"It's nahdt someding to like," Jonn mused to Kadi thoughtfully, watching the introductions with something resembling interest or concern. "Dey go out dere, like madmen, and hit each odder until one falls." Succint as always. "But dey are crazy in der ring. Maybe dey get too excited."

"Ready as I'll ever be, Nimu chee," Sar says, lifting his hands and stepping forward a few times. He breathes out a few quick puffs of air, pulls an arm back, and sends a punch headed straight for Hex's be-tailed noggin.

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!

And the fight is on.

Kasia is here too, she's seated front row, closer to Hex's corner than that other guys. She's got a green banner with 'Heksash'kuri' written across it in white lettering, which she waves as she cheers. "You can do it, Hex!"

"That's for sure - you can almost swim through the excitement it is so thick," she says, with a laugh. Her gaze gets stuck on the screens, as she watches. Though she does step forward as she can, slowly getting closer to where she can see for real. Someone gets a little to close to her, maybe even trying to pick the pockets she doesn't have and the Destroyer bot with her moves quietly to intercept, which has the pickpocket zoom off really quickly. Fluffy, Lily, Babble and Destroyer - that kinda works. Thanks! Kadi grins at Jonn, and then says, "So other than that Houk, anyone else we should avoid?" Oblivious to the pick pocket, at this point.

Siya happened to be about the area and the rumor of the event has reached her ears. The fact she knows both people involved in the event actually heightens her curiosity. So, Siya is moving through the throng of cheering and jeering people so that she can elbow her way up to where she can see what is going on. The Zeltron woman peers to the fight, overwhelmed by the excited emotions just swirling around her.

"Yeah, so, I usually keep my grenades and other bombs in this bag but I figured tonight it could pull double-duty," Tarion is saying of his green scaly purse to Grom, who probably doesn't care about any of these details, adjusting his lekku hat as he leans back so that Slaast or whatever the thing is called can crawl up onto his torso and lap to sprawl atop the grey-armored man. "Because, you know, it's a special occasion and all."

Hex gets clocked hard in the face with Sar's opening shot, and that looks like it has to have hurt. There's like 40 years of substance abuse and family issues in that punch. It's not off to a good start for team Hex as he returns fire with a punch that the crafty ole bastard can dodge easily!

Grom had been silent for a long moment, cheerfully choosing cheering stones while devouring bugs and cakes and the platters cakes are served on. But when the fight begins, the Houk's eyes snap back to the arena, one massive hand clutching one of Darius' green glass balls. The opening exchange earns a booming shout, and a glass orb hurled at Sar Yavok, shattering harmlessly on the fencing (well, harmless unless you happen to be a fence). "A fine first blow, faded Human!"

Sar Yavok dips under Hex's retaliatory blow and steps forward, lifting a knee and sending it straight toward Moby Hex's belly. Once that's all said and done, the aged Corellian steps back, hands raised in their prior defensive position.

"WOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Vasani bounces up and down in her seat totally spilling her precious bugs as Hex comes out. Oh yes, she is ALL of the excited. Vasani is too busy eating and sipping on her dirty Twi'lek to be throwing things just yet, but some throwing may happen depending on how this fight goes. Either way, she is SO ready for it. She's already on the edge of her seat and the fight has just barely even begun. "HIT EM IN THE FACE!!" Which contestant was that meant for? Meanwhile, Slasst climbs up onto Tarion's lap, curling up on him and getting all comfortable.

"Vintage cheap shot from Yavok to open the game!" "Hex wouldn't have noticed that punch if it were dressed like his wife!" "He's not having much luck turning the tables, JR, he's definitely struggling to get an edge here." "Speaking of edge, watch your head! Those glasses are starting to hit the fence again!"

"Uhhhh," said the not exactly clear on what he was looking for slab of meatsteak. Jonn winced as the first glass impacted the side of the cage, thrown by none other than his nemesis, the Houk. Narrow eyed glares thrown: 1. "Just stay far away from dose guys," he said, gesturing the the assembled excitable energetic crew of miscreants surrounding the alien that had crushed him so. "Dey always cause trabbu."

Darius gives a casual glance to Tarion's purse and then his sack near it. All the options they have given Grom. But the double duty comment draws a thought, but it soon disappears when Darius remembers how far Grom can throw. It'll be someone else surprise and problem. Probably? Right Watching Hex start taking blows, he runs a hand through his beard. "So this silver fox is beating up our jolly green daddy. It isn't what I expected."

KNEE. TO THE GUT. It's similar to what Atria did in the last match, you'd think Hex would learn, but he just hasn't. He swings back, but it's wild, and the salty old spacer is chipping away at him steadily, not a scratch on his foxy silver head...

"He has gotten bigger maybe, since last I see?" Rheisa comments on the lil Varactyl with a sideways glance to Tarion's new bff and scavenges a spilled bug or three off the floor board with her toes. Dextrous toes.

Sajin is in the crowd, keeping back and watching quietly from behind the helmet of his armor. Maybe he's secretly rooting for the other guy to win just so Hex knows what it's like TO GET MADE UGLY.

Sajin is in the crowd, keeping back and watching quietly from behind the helmet of his armor. Maybe he's secretly rooting for the other guy to win just so Hex knows what it's like TO GET MADE UGLY.

As Sar Yavok is a scumbag of immeasurable proportions, the Old Man slaps Hex's wild assault aside, closes in, and throws a mean elbow at the Twi'lek's head.

Grom's dumb stare narrows as the human is soundly pummelling the Houk's nominal employer. The second glass projectile is hurled at Hex. "Do better! Begin striking him! EAT HIS HAND IF IT HITS YOUR TEETH." Houk strategy at work.

The lekku, aaah, not the lekku! ELBOW TO THE LEKKU. Hex is doing terribly. Just terribly, howling as Sar's vicious, pointy old man joint clocks him on the sensitive head noodles. Enraged, he flails back, but it's just flailin', he couldn't hit Sar if he tried. Apparently. Because he is trying, and not hitting Sar. What's the problem? Is the old man just too quick to hit? Is it because Hex is heartbroken to try to attack his one true love? Is it because defacing the glory of Sar is a crime in 12 systems? All of the above?!

"YEs, BITE!" Rheisa chimes in ferally with Grom's coaching. "Your teeth better than his flats!" Useless omnivorous dentition. Pah. Hers continue to munch contently on food she's herself not purchased. Being 'pack' means sharing, not self-supporting!

To Jonn, Kadi was tiny. Tiny reminded him of his daughter. Therefore, Jonn got paternal. He started leading the way through the thronging hordes of chaos and mayhem and revelry to take the tiny individual closer to the brawl. This was not a good idea. "You make syure to stay close, if you get lost I may naht be able to fiynd you." PATERNAL INSTINCT.

"Vintage elbow to the temples!" "Buh gawd! This a real slobberknocker of a match!" "The fan favourite is getting absolutely pummelled by the Silver Fox!" "As god as my witness, he is broken in half!"

Sar Yavok blows out a few short breaths as he ducks back out of the way of Hex's furious fusilade. As the Old Man becomes charged with righteous ki, he launches into his FINISHING MOVE. A deep breath is sucked in before Sar shoots his right fist out in a shallow jab. It doesn't connect...BUT WAIT...using the momentum, Sar spins his body around before lashing out with a PUNISHING spinning back kick!

Sajin finds himself a seat and sits down as things seem to be comming to an end. Hex was good at getting hit. The Tank of the group. Maybe Grom was too but he knew the Houk was certainly the most capable physical fighter out of the lot of them. Yavok, all he ever saw was Yan get tossed around by the old man a few times and he knew Yan knew very little in martial arts. He leans back in his chair and continues to watch.

Siya winces more as Hex takes the pummeling of the rather one-sided fight. "C'mon.." She always liked to cheer on the underdog of a situation. It's a good thing she didn't gamble tonight! Her gaze tears from the fight to glance around to the many many faces. A few of them are familiar. If she were to make eye contact, she would give a polite nod.

Tarion, from under the weight of his new Veractyl best buddy, looks around the ring, already bored with watching his boss get his ass beat. "I guess we know who's the bigger ass," he mumbles under his breath, making eye contact with Siya. Instead of giving a polite nod, he makes a rude gesture, but he seems happy about it, maybe that's his way of being polite. "Grom, reach in there and find a good cheer, it's time to liven things up a bit here."

The bookies and betters are in an uproar! It's pandemonium as Sar continues to mop the ring floor with Hex. It's like watching somebody fight Grom, you just feel sort of embarrassed for the not Grom. Or in this case, the Not Sar. Hex is PUNISHED by that back kick and hits the mat... did he just get a tooth kicked out of his face? Somebody get Hex's tooth, ok ka. But willpower born of dangerous and illegal drugs drags him back to his feet, ready to try one... last... rally! Did he learn how to dodge yet? Probably not.

Kadi grins at Jonn, and her destroyer droid is on her other side, keeping her safe along with Jonn. She gets there just in time to see that last hit, and her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her. She might be tiny, well, except for her belly. That's growing ridiculously quickly. She closes her eyes, hands covering them, and then peeks through to see Hex back on his feet. She breathes again, remembering after a long held breath.

"OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAWD!" "IT'S THE HELL TWISTER!" "VINTAGE!" "SAR YAVOK HAS UTTERLY DESTROYED HEX WITH THE HELL TWISTER!" "How is he still alive?!"

Jonn Drayson, used to seeing fights, having been in a fair few during his relatively long life, WINCED. That looked like it HURT. "How is he stahnding?!" he cried out, pointing an arm towards the cage and the fight within. "Dat hit should have knocked his brain out!"

"Yes, Grom, I agree with Tarion. Maybe you should reach into his purse this time. Pull a cheering stone from there. " Darius stretches and then moves position himself near Vasani. Actually standing infront of Vasani. "Yep, go reach in your grace! Throw what you find!'

Sar Yavok sighs as Hex goes tumbling, but manages to get back up. FINE. The Old Man shakes his head and says, "C'mon, son. Just hang it up." He'll go for a pretty standard jab to try and put a nice bow on the night's festivities, but it's hella wide. NOW'S YOUR CHANCE, HEX.

"Probly the first time anyone's ever said Hex had a small ass." Vasani giggles, whispering toward Tarion. Another mouth full of bugs "Woah's he really gettin back up? Still?" Vasani stares wide eyed at the ring, watching the fight somehow continue on. "So Grom-Cakes, yer fightin whichever one ah these guys wins here? Which one you wanna fight? Hey- Dare get outta the way! I wanna see the fight too!" she moves back and forth trying to see past Darius in front of her.

Speaking of hella wide, everything about Hex his hella wide, including his attempt to return swing. "NO." That's what he's got for witty banter. His face is broken! And his wife is leaving him! And that knocked his brain out, a second ago!

Grom grunts at Tarion, peering into the sack and grabbing the first... whatever is inside. He doesn't look at it, as at that moment Hex is knocked down, and staggers back up, evading a blow in the bargain. "Yes, RISE FUNNY NOODLES," he roars, shaking a fistful of cheering stone overhead. Even if Hex's striking skills have run afoul of some witch tonight, the lump of encouragement is thrown against the fence in Hex's direction.

Siya blinks at Tarion. She is unsure if the rude gesture was meant as a tease or as a well.. mean thing. She simply shakes her head and glances away from him to the fight. She perks a little bit as Hex manages to evade an incoming blow, but immediately sighs in disapointment as Hex's own blow whooshes through air.

Sar Yavok breathes out /another/ sigh as Hex refuses to throw in the towel. "Alright, kid. Good on ya." The Corellian sniffs and rears back his arm so hard that if this were an anime, you'd hear a shotgun cocking over it. Screaming, Sar sends one helluva haymaker straight into Hex's pretty face.

Grom grunts aside to Vasani, "Grom does not care, whichever prevails is the strongest and Grom must CRUSH the strongest, to be the strongest. Such is the Houk Law of Man."

The lump of encouragement Grom throws from Tarion's bag is actually a smoke grenade, and it bounces from the cage surrounding the ring to clatter to the floor where it begins to ooze Very Dramatic Smoke. "Hey, look at that. They should pay me for fyrotechnics," the bounty hunter comments from under the big lizard, grinning from beneath the Sar and Hex fan gear.

"Yeah now you know what it's like to be ugly!" Sajin says as his helmet is disengaged revealing a mangled mess of stitches and bruising. It's really not that bad, and he's still pretty handsome but he thinks it is and that's all that counts. "I'm not the only ugly one anymore!" He seems as a happy as a young boy during Expansion Week." He blinks and looks over to Grom. "Did you just make that up on the spot?" He nods slowly, "I like it."

Hex spits blood on the mat in the half-pause where Sar is observing him refusing to throw in the towel, and replies, "Tcha, I should have known that better men than me have tried to kill you, you old son of a --" HAYMAAAYYYYKERRRR and he's out, fist to the face, down to the mat, this time not showing any likelihood of getting up again. The refs are starting to count down, and Grom's final opponent becomes clear in his beady reptilian eyes....!

Darius tilts his head to side as a smoke grenade goes off. He was hoping for something with a little more boom, a little more distraction but then he merely shrugs getting out of the way of Vasani's view. Sajin's words draw his attention and Darius actually gives a frown. "Hey, Sajin, buddy. Do you want... Do you want some juice or something? Maybe a snack? We have some cake over here!"

Sar Yavok lowers his hands and moves to kneel down next to the defeated He'xashkuri. "Don't worry, kid. Worse men have, too," he says, giving the Twi'lek a pat on the belly before standing up and raising his fists victoriously into the air.

The referee rushes out for the count.

"1..."

"2..."

"3...."

DING DING DING!!!!

Kasia has been quieter during this fight, only cheering every now and again as she watches Hex try and miss. She frowns at that final hit, and the bell sounding, but it's more out of concern for the man on the mat than it is displeasure with the outcome. It's only when the ref has called an end to the fight that she's on her feet, trying to make her way to the main floor, and to the edge of the ring.

Grom looks aside to Sajin, "Grom does not understand why, but mammalian females seem to continue desirous of mating with Little King." U ain't ugly, bro. As to making it up on the spot, he denies it emphatically. "No! Not at all. Great long tradition. For many years." Looking back to the fight, he looks confused. "Has funny Noodles begun spitting smoke? Bah! Punchy Human has won, hail to the victor who Grom must crush!"

"The Pile Bunker!" "But that was a haymaker, Michael! The piledriver is a completely different move!" "It's a pile BUNKER, that's why!" "Do you smell smoke?"

The smoke started filling the room, blinding Jonn's view of the match, and instantly setting off every single alert node in his brain. His mind was playing Jefferson Airplane. He could hear whatever the Star Wars equivalent of helicopters were. It was the War, see. "GET DAAAAUN!" he cried out, launching and diving and tackling his ward to the ground. As carefully as he could. Kadi was preggers, after all. It didn't stop Jonn landing painfully, though, crunching an elbow underneath him. Good reflexes, buddy. You're not out of practice AT ALL.

"I MISSED THE END OF IT?!" Vasani was looking forward to this ALL WEEK and Darius blocked the last hit from her view! He will be hearing about this later! Vasani pouts, gulping down the remainder of her drink and chewing up another handful of bugs. "Well Grom, ya better beat im up fer me next time! I'll bring ya a reward cake after the next fight too." she says between chews of bugs. "Oh? Sajin!! Come down here we got cake an' bugs!!" A delicious combination if I do say so myself. She waves to him, lifting the food up to entice him over. If she didn't get to see the end of the fight at least she gets to hang out with everyone and thats what this is all about right?

So the fight is ending, and poor Hex is out like a lightbulb and Sar Yavok /can/ fight! And Kadi is just registering that there is smoke when she suddenly is tackled. "Yoeeeeeoooouywwww!" she squawks as she ends up totally hitting the ground, along with the big man who's decided to play the part of her body guard today. "OOFF!" "OW!" And then, there's a wail. "Jooonnnnnn! Get off!" Yeesh. The droids actually mill about, and then Destroyer taps Jonn on the back. "Please unhand Ms. Kadi."

The Ugly Sajin sub plot now resolved and defiant teenager-esq angst now subsided as Hex joins him in the 'got beat up' department, Sajin stands and moves down to join his companions. "Cake... mmm. Yes." He gives a look to Grom, then eyes Sar with his Hazel orbs before looking back to the Houk. "Yeah... what Vasani said. Make sure you win, yeah?"

Siya jumps to the side as there is a large man tackling a small woman next to her. This forces her to jump into a rather noisy Zabrak~ The Zabrak spills his drink over himself before turning and shoving Siya right back! "ACK!" She then lands atop Jonn and Kadi, though catching her weight with her hands. Thankfully! No crushing the Kadi bebes! "OH! Hello there! what you doing down here?"

Hex has super joined you in the Got Beat Up department, not to worry Sajin! He lost so many people so much money. At least it was a defeat by KO and not submission or decision, everybody knows those are lame fights. Well practiced in the art of getting punched, thanks to certain reptilian teammates who may or may not be Grom, Hex starts to come around enough to get up and be helped off the ring. He lives! He's ugly though. Did anybody find his tooth? Grumbling inarticulately, he tries to shrug off the assistance of those whose job it is to get him out of here... casting as he goes one last, longing look toward Sar. BESTIES.

Rheisa frowns at the outcome...and yeah some concern for the not-winner on the mat. "Nn adu'KU," she mutters under breath and stands from her seat, mindful of Slasst's tail tip there. "Yes, Grrrom. Go." She motions to the ring with her chin while hands are full of rifling through something on her belt. More snacks? "Anyone see note Heksash'kuri put out about 'actor'?" The question goes out there to any of the miscreants she calls sometimes-coworkers. "This holo theater is like Chance theater?"

Did anyone get Hex's tooth? Kasia didn't, she isn't even aware that one is missing yet. She turns to move after the people escorting him out of the ring, trying to step in closer as he tries to push off the help. "Hex, ka're, are you okay?" He might be beat up to heck, but that's really just kind of business as usual these days. "Do we need to get you to the clinic?"

The smoke covered his movements and Darius got to the edge of the ring, wathcing Hex get dragged out. "Oh?" He notices a little sharp thing that is suppose to stay in people's mouth. Is this Hex's tooth? Sure is. Darius snatches it out of the fence it got lodged in and puts it in his pocket.

The chaos on the floor was just getting too much. The smoke grenade that had been set off by Jonn Drayson's Nemesis had thrown his own mind into chaos, but not everyone else. This was a strange planet. Grenades go off, no one cares! He slowly picked himself up off the ground, sheepishly, a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry. When der grenade went off, I had ter act."

Kadi manages to get to her feet, and she's still a little wild eyed. She dusts herself off, Destroyer standing there, not attacking anyone. Not even Jonn. "Siya! Hey, it's really crowded here, I didn't realize you were here!" she offers. And then to Jonn, "It's okay. It's - I would probably have started to run in the wrong direction, otherwise."

Siya gets up and dusts her own self off, chuckling at Kadi, then to John. "Well. I do not normally come to these sorts of things. I merely came due to curiosity." She glances to the fight floor, "It is not really my thing, to be honest." She looks to Kadi, "Not really a safe place for you to be here."

"I should get back to work," Kadi says. A glance over at Siya. "I'm pregnant, not an invalid. But alright, alright, I'll go somewhere safer and work on ship mods." She grins, ear to ear. "Later Siya. And you too, Jonn. Thank you." She's still gonna tell Ax, of course, but it's unlikely there will be too much trouble. No harm done. She waves a hand at the so called trouble makers, if they can see her, and makes her way out.

(and the gentle pitter patter of social RP goes on into the night...)