Open | Creating a Dreamfield pugilistinpinkSeptember 8 2011, 00:59:19 UTC
[Mac squirms a little, suddenly blinking wide awake at the people around him. He has been at this for fifteen minutes and, gee, it is a lot harder than he thought. But he knows he just HAS to give this his best shot, because when is he ever going to get the chance to do something so unreal and awesome like this? Being here in this world is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, like what Croix said
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[Welcome to a boxing ring within a WVBA arena somewhere in the world. The watching, waiting crowd bursts into a near-deafening, enthusiastic roar - not unlike coliseum-goers back in the day, clamouring for blood - and snap pictures, their cameras flashing wildly. The referee is at one corner, seemingly oblivious to the fact that someone other than the great King Hippo and the young, dark-haired challenger has just appeared.
But Mac wheels around, taking notice of Cid in an instant. "...Huh?"
The opponent of the evening similarly can't help but stare at Cid - but with distinct amusement...]
[...okay, now how did that annoying girl explain? Cid will just be grumbling and muttering as he moves to at least leave the ring, not caring about the other people around.]
[Oh, but King Hippo does not want Cid to duck out of the ring just yet. He has fixed his beady eyes on him, and due to nonsensical dream logic, it appears this crowned creature (?) now might want to devour him - he does look bigger than Mac, after all. Thumping his gloves against his massive belly in some sort of taunt, Hippo emits a bellowing noise sounding suspiciously like a deep belch, and goes stomping across the ring for Cid. Fortunately, this guy is not especially fast - but every ponderous step of his sends a mini-tremor through the mat that causes the ropes to vibrate.]
[Unfortunately, it does not seem that King Hippo understands any language that is not translated into GRUNTGARBLESNORT - so he's still charging, that big, white bandaid over his belly button more exposed as he extends his arms in an effort to grab ahold of Cid.
"Whoa!" Mac lunges at the giant, trying in some way to stop him - but he's carelessly backhanded in the face. It's an illegal move... but the referee does not care enough to call Hippo out on it.]
[dammit, and he didn't have his spear. wasn't he supposed to be able to do something in this weird dream thing? well no time for that. cursing under his breath, Cid just dives out of the way, rolling on the ground before scrambling back up. isn't there some chair or something he could use-
oh yeah, yeah. there's one in the corner brb, grabbing it.]
[Brb, grabbing air. King Hippo is most displeased that his lunch is very elusive. Snapping his head in Cid's direction, he sees the man has armed himself with a stool - and gurglesnorts with laughter, a deep, rumbling sound. He'll likely try to chomp on those wooden legs and splinter them with his tusk-like bottom teeth if they're thrust at him.
Ever-persistent, Mac abandons the rules of boxing for a moment. He won't punch Hippo from behind - he's too goody-two-shoes for that - but he will try to wrap his arms around as much of Hippo as possible, hoping against hope that he can yank him backwards if he strains hard enough. Geez, he's heavy.] ...Run for it! [He cries out, while Hippo's momentarily distracted.]
Fuck no, if this idiot wants a fight I'll fucking give him one he'll never forget!
[and what's this? why yes. this would be Cid yelling and charging right for the fat tub of lub.
but instead of just ramming, he's jumping high into the air. spear or not, he's a dragoon, dammit, and he's gonna slam this thing down hard on the guy's head followed by a workboot heel if he has to.]
[Brutal - and effective! Obviously Hippo wasn't expecting this at all, and the little crown on his bald head isn't even strong enough to withstand this attack. It crumples - and his eyes loll around, tongue jutting out of his mouth, before he staggers backwards drunkenly, his belly jiggling like a waterbed.
It crosses Mac's mind to get out of the way - fast. Good idea.]
[Snapping to attention, the referee edges in and begins the countdown. There is no real need for it, though - Hippo won't be straining and huffing and hauling himself onto his feet any time soon. "Knock out!" The man announces, the crowd exploding into cheering applause while Mac looks on helplessly; without a doubt, he is stunned at how awesome and out of place the acrobatic display was.
The referee will now attempt to grab Cid's arm and raise it up into the air. Looks like he may now be the new Minor Circuit Champ!]
[The referee is accustomed to being backhanded across the face and suffering other bodily harm from boxers, so this by comparison is nothing big. He rolls with it, shrugging, and moves to collect Hippo's shiny Minor Circuit Champ belt which is draped over one of the turnbuckles.
"Wait- -" Mac half-protests, gazing at Cid in wide-eyed confusion - he cannot deny that this newcomer bested Hippo, but with complete disregard for the rules of the ring. "What's goin' on...?"]
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The hell kind of weird shit is this?
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But Mac wheels around, taking notice of Cid in an instant. "...Huh?"
The opponent of the evening similarly can't help but stare at Cid - but with distinct amusement...]
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Fuck this, I'm gettin' out of here.
[...okay, now how did that annoying girl explain? Cid will just be grumbling and muttering as he moves to at least leave the ring, not caring about the other people around.]
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You already got someone ta fight, leave me the fuck out of it!
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"Whoa!" Mac lunges at the giant, trying in some way to stop him - but he's carelessly backhanded in the face. It's an illegal move... but the referee does not care enough to call Hippo out on it.]
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[dammit, and he didn't have his spear. wasn't he supposed to be able to do something in this weird dream thing? well no time for that. cursing under his breath, Cid just dives out of the way, rolling on the ground before scrambling back up. isn't there some chair or something he could use-
oh yeah, yeah. there's one in the corner brb, grabbing it.]
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Ever-persistent, Mac abandons the rules of boxing for a moment. He won't punch Hippo from behind - he's too goody-two-shoes for that - but he will try to wrap his arms around as much of Hippo as possible, hoping against hope that he can yank him backwards if he strains hard enough. Geez, he's heavy.] ...Run for it! [He cries out, while Hippo's momentarily distracted.]
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[and what's this? why yes. this would be Cid yelling and charging right for the fat tub of lub.
but instead of just ramming, he's jumping high into the air. spear or not, he's a dragoon, dammit, and he's gonna slam this thing down hard on the guy's head followed by a workboot heel if he has to.]
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It crosses Mac's mind to get out of the way - fast. Good idea.]
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And stay the fuck down! Goddamn fuckin' piece of shit should go on a goddamn fuckin' diet.
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The referee will now attempt to grab Cid's arm and raise it up into the air. Looks like he may now be the new Minor Circuit Champ!]
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not for long though since Cid will be wrenching it free.]
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"Wait- -" Mac half-protests, gazing at Cid in wide-eyed confusion - he cannot deny that this newcomer bested Hippo, but with complete disregard for the rules of the ring. "What's goin' on...?"]
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Hell you starin' at? This your mess?
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