[The Colosseum]Cage Matches- Heavyweight- Corran Vs Hazudar

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10th Cryxatum
Season of Spring, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIII Post Fractum. The First Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne

A buzz filled the air around the Colosseum as the day of the Nexus Prime Cage Fights arrived. Finally... even after the numerous small crisis that Gaston the promoter had to overcome. Guild laziness, a surpring shortage of iron on the market, and the thousand other little fires he had to put out. He looked worriedly at the sky, but the gray clouds soon parted and the sun shone upon the dusty arena. It was time.

The crowd roared as the first fights began. Everyone seemed to place a bet and they were looking for their investments to pay off.

The Cages were magnificent; 20 feet tall by 15 feet wide. Thin, yet strong bars rounded the cage to allow a better view from the crowd. The ground was the dirt of the arena, and two stools sat in opposite corners for the fighters to recline upon in between rounds.

Gaston, the halfling fight promoter announced through a megaphone the next match.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to produce the first fight in the Men's Middleweight Division.... Corran "The Gentleman" Bethager Versus Hazudar"Mr. Green Lightning! Both fighters entered the arena and climbed into the center iron cage. The doors were shut and they faced each other.

In the middle of the cage was a surprise...a ladder and chair sat in the middle of the cage. Both were wooden, the six foot tall ladder leaned against the chair. What were they doing there?

"Ladies and Gentlemen! This is a special no-holds-barred match! Anything goes!" The crowd shook the ground as they cheered with all their hearts.

OOC: I'm going to be using this thread here as a template for PCvsPC matches. This means each post once before a mod's reply. Also each PC will take turns posting first. First post will be up for grabs- first PC to post! Have fun in there!

[Corran Bethager]

It was on. Carnage would ensue, blood would be spilled, the crowd was ready. Door swung open, a silhouette first appeared, formed into the massive body of... The Gentleman. Gaston screamed over the cries of the crowd, announcing the bald Imperian. "Now approaching the ring, six foot two, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds..." Corran didn't look it. He was large, yes, but a suit hid his massive muscles as he casually walked up to the ring. He planted his feet carefully, placing them in front of eachother rather than somewhat to the side to obtain that 'gentleman swagger'. His shoulders moved from the left to right as he raised a hand to the crowd. Bloody damn idiots were in for the treat of their lives. This was going to be a fight they'd never forget.

His right hand held a cane, or at least, a blackened piece of wood that looked like a cane to anyone not looking at it closely. It was brittle, but that was the point. Like everything about the match, this too was planned. Well, almost everything, but Corran couldn't have anticipated this. As he stepped into the ring Gaston once again raised his voice. A mighty set of vocal chords this cether hand. "Laaaadies and gentlemen! I present: Corran... The Gentleman... Beth-a-ghuuuuuuuuuur!" The cethers voice seemed to gain depth as he stretched out Corran's last name, pointing at him with a stretched arm.

Corran grinned, stood still for a moment, only his head turning to face the crowd. He had to stay in character. He was the gentleman. He was cool, calculating and calm. He was the underdog. Slowly he moved towards his corner, took off his jacket and began rolling up his sleeves, revealing his massive forearms before taking up a rather silly looking fisticuffs boxingstance. Let the play begin!

[Hazudar]

By rule, the scarier of two opponents was always the last to arrive--Hazudar would be no exception. A loud splintering crack heralded his trademark door-smashing entrance, as 300 lbs of pure lumbering testosterone shouldered its way through wood fragments and into the arena. Bloodshot eyes surveyed the crowd menacingly for a moment, two... then came a tremendous roar, followed by the staccato thump of massive fists pounding against chest. Oil shone, muscles rippled, loincloth-clad netherparts swished majestically, front-row spectators drew back in fear... the 'King' had entered the building!

"And in the dark, dark corner! Hailing from the desolate wastes of Orckon's East Side and weighing in at a monstrous 300 pounds!"

Having wrested the audience's attention, Hazudar now turned his to the Gentleman; murder was in his eyes as he stared down the human, nostrils aflare, snorting like an enraged bull... then charging like one! Expression fierce, the orc lived his 'Green Lightning' epitaph as he came streaking through the arena like a bat out of hell; muscles straining, sweat flying off his frame, fists and feet pumping with unbridled intensity...!

"Hazudaaarrr 'Green Lightning' Half-orc!"

Leaping onto the platform, the incoherent beast clawed and pounded at the cage for a few moments before stepping inside. With a fearsome snarl and fanged grimace, Haz locked eyes on Corran... then, like the dastardly cheat he was, dashed forward before the bell could be rung! Bending a little to the side, the brawler lifted his burly right arm, extending it straight out--creating a brutal clothesline with which to clobber the human!

--or at least, that was what it looked like. Heh heh... time to get these suckers on their feet.

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Hazudar sprinted forward, clotheslined Corran, and the Gentleman Thudded against the dirt floor of the Cage. The human gagged and his head bounced off the floor. Corran experienced pain in his throat, and some momentary dizziness.

*Ding*

The crowd roared and shook the cage. This was the main stage, this was the big money fight. People had bet their houses, their wives, their children's toys, everything on Hazudar- the sure bet. He had to win with a record like that- right?

Gaston, the promoter, beside the ring yelled into a megaphone with the play-by-play. Gaston wore a splendid dapper yellow zoot suit, and the cether's voice filled the Colosseum.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to tonight's main event! Hazudar has made the first move and has taken the Corran "The Gentleman" down before the bell! Oh what ever happened to good sportsmanship!?"

The crowd cheered its approval of Hazudar. A chant was started in the back...

"Hazudar....hazudar..."

OOC:Apologize for the time delay. I believe Haz is up next.

[Hazudar]

They loved him, they really loved him! Roaring his own awesomeness, Hazudar beat his chest to the chanting crowd before stooping and scooping the Gentleman up by his nonexistent hair, then placing him in an iron headlock. Good thing Corran had forced him to scrub his pits with lye before the match, or it might be over right here and now.

Of course, the true intent of the grappling move was soon revealed (or rather, NOT revealed, thx to superb acting, grunting and straining) as Hazudar hissed from the corner of his lips: "Oi... wat's our next move?" Teamwork'd be necessary to pull off anything truly spectacular.