LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GOOD EVENING!
WHO: Soiree Meira, Frank Flam, and the audience
WHAT: Match of the century
WHERE: Reggio Colliseum (not a roman one you silly)
WHEN: SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY
In the locker room, several trainers had gathered around an unaturally stoic and calm Soiree as he stared down a lone punching bag that hung from a crinking piece of steel chain. He had dedicated almost all of free time in the weeks prior to the booking preparing for this event. The promoter had told him that this was the fight that would put his name on the map in the professional world. An all or nothing battle for honor, pride, and a purse far grander than the young Soldati could ever imagine.
"You alright, Angel?" one of the trainers asked, offering the young man a bottle of water. Soiree turned it down, though, standing from the bench finally and giving the sand bag a cold stare. Everyone in the locker room quieted at that point and simply watched. It seemed like an eternity of seconds passed before Soiree snapped his leg out in a powerful side kick....sending the bag off of its chain and flying into the wall, cracking the plastered over brick.
"I'm ready" was all he had to say.
(( ooc: THIS IS THE BIG FIGHT, FOLKS! The log will be split into seperate sections for Audience Gathering, Pre-Match, and Main Event logging. Feel free to have a good time with it! ))
WHAT: Match of the century
WHERE: Reggio Colliseum (not a roman one you silly)
WHEN: SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY
In the locker room, several trainers had gathered around an unaturally stoic and calm Soiree as he stared down a lone punching bag that hung from a crinking piece of steel chain. He had dedicated almost all of free time in the weeks prior to the booking preparing for this event. The promoter had told him that this was the fight that would put his name on the map in the professional world. An all or nothing battle for honor, pride, and a purse far grander than the young Soldati could ever imagine.
"You alright, Angel?" one of the trainers asked, offering the young man a bottle of water. Soiree turned it down, though, standing from the bench finally and giving the sand bag a cold stare. Everyone in the locker room quieted at that point and simply watched. It seemed like an eternity of seconds passed before Soiree snapped his leg out in a powerful side kick....sending the bag off of its chain and flying into the wall, cracking the plastered over brick.
"I'm ready" was all he had to say.
(( ooc: THIS IS THE BIG FIGHT, FOLKS! The log will be split into seperate sections for Audience Gathering, Pre-Match, and Main Event logging. Feel free to have a good time with it! ))