The Deciding Match: What Separates the Contenders to the Champions
Who: Little Mac and spectators...quite literally thanks to Max
What: The Champion WVBA match, with all the dramu and crap
Where: New York City WVBA Stadium
When: Saturday Night, 7PM
Warnings: Crudload of violence and manly tears
OH DEAR GOD. It was the night. The night Mac was waiting for. Mac had seriously been waiting for this for a long time. Months. Years.
He would always DREAM on being in this very position when he was a little kid. How young was he when he used to dream that way? Man, he didn't even remember. Didn't matter, it was a long time ago. To be the champ. Of the league. With all the blood, sweat, and tears. He was here. It almost made him shake with excitedness and nervousness.
He was just 19, he'd be the youngest champ the WVBA had ever seen. Mac was gonna maybe make history. N-no...that was too much to think about. It had been keeping him up for the past few weeks so imagine what it must be like within an hour of the match. Mac shook a little, felt like throwing up...oh god he was so nervous. More nervous than his normal pre-match jitters. Tonight was the deciding night. Mr. Sandman was merciless, never lost a match...ever.
EVER.
Many contenders would come out of the match in rough shape. Mac could either win this or be banged up in the hospital for a week. Sandman wouldn't even bat an eyelash maybe. He was a tin man kind of guy. Some say that Sandman actually punched a wall of a building completely down with his fists. Better be some rumor.
His friends might even be watching this right now.
Oh...Mac felt like he was gonna hurl again.
Before Mac knew it, he was five minutes before the fight. Doc Louis pepped talked more than he ever pep talked before.
"You could do this, son. All that trainin' got ya this far. Go out there and make it worth it. You've been dreamin' for this."
Mac would smile and then pick himself up, but it took considerably longer this time. He did it though. Doc Louis handed him a chocolate bar.
"From my stash. Take a bite. For good luck. You probably ain't gonna need it but ya never know."
"Thanks Doc."
With that, he put on his determined face. This was it. Do or die time. Mac grew serious and got on his gloves and stomped out to open the match doors. He was wearing the green robe Erika had gotten for him.
If it weren't for my friends, I probably wouldn't be here now.
He was fighting for himself, his coach, and for them.
He walked out; not even suspecting what he'd find.
((Just tag in this like a standard log if your character had shown up for the match! Don't forget to edit this with your character tags! As the fight starts, I will post what is happening and reactions can thread from it.))
What: The Champion WVBA match, with all the dramu and crap
Where: New York City WVBA Stadium
When: Saturday Night, 7PM
Warnings: Crudload of violence and manly tears
OH DEAR GOD. It was the night. The night Mac was waiting for. Mac had seriously been waiting for this for a long time. Months. Years.
He would always DREAM on being in this very position when he was a little kid. How young was he when he used to dream that way? Man, he didn't even remember. Didn't matter, it was a long time ago. To be the champ. Of the league. With all the blood, sweat, and tears. He was here. It almost made him shake with excitedness and nervousness.
He was just 19, he'd be the youngest champ the WVBA had ever seen. Mac was gonna maybe make history. N-no...that was too much to think about. It had been keeping him up for the past few weeks so imagine what it must be like within an hour of the match. Mac shook a little, felt like throwing up...oh god he was so nervous. More nervous than his normal pre-match jitters. Tonight was the deciding night. Mr. Sandman was merciless, never lost a match...ever.
EVER.
Many contenders would come out of the match in rough shape. Mac could either win this or be banged up in the hospital for a week. Sandman wouldn't even bat an eyelash maybe. He was a tin man kind of guy. Some say that Sandman actually punched a wall of a building completely down with his fists. Better be some rumor.
His friends might even be watching this right now.
Oh...Mac felt like he was gonna hurl again.
Before Mac knew it, he was five minutes before the fight. Doc Louis pepped talked more than he ever pep talked before.
"You could do this, son. All that trainin' got ya this far. Go out there and make it worth it. You've been dreamin' for this."
Mac would smile and then pick himself up, but it took considerably longer this time. He did it though. Doc Louis handed him a chocolate bar.
"From my stash. Take a bite. For good luck. You probably ain't gonna need it but ya never know."
"Thanks Doc."
With that, he put on his determined face. This was it. Do or die time. Mac grew serious and got on his gloves and stomped out to open the match doors. He was wearing the green robe Erika had gotten for him.
If it weren't for my friends, I probably wouldn't be here now.
He was fighting for himself, his coach, and for them.
He walked out; not even suspecting what he'd find.
((Just tag in this like a standard log if your character had shown up for the match! Don't forget to edit this with your character tags! As the fight starts, I will post what is happening and reactions can thread from it.))