Teddy sighed and looked around the wrestling room. He was just in small, tight, green shorts that left little to the imagination. Glistening with the oil, he wondered when his next opponent would arrive and how he managed to get into the situation. Stuck wrestling other guys under a very...unique set of rules...for the entertainment of the people
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That determination suddenly went down hill when he roamed through the wrong door. A large, heavy one that should have rang suspicion to him but didn't. Tim wander farther into the spacious room, only stopping up seeing another in green shorts that were so tight he could practically see his treasure through it.
Oh no. No no no! He panicked mentally he tried to exit but was too late, the large door was closed and with it his heart sunk. "Not again!" He mumbled.
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"Dude, you're late and overdressed. Strip down and oil up before they get impatient and send in the guards," he urged, grabbing some of the aphro-laced oil form the wall and tossing the bottle to Tim.
"I'm Teddy by the way," he offered, starting to peel down his shorts.
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"Well dude, I think you're a little underdressed and late for what?" He retorted, catching the bottle of oil regardless. "Wait, what? What is this, some carnal wrestling convention?" He managed a nervous laugh. He was not stripping and oiling up. "You don't have to do that-- yeah you could have kept those on." Tim turned his head as the other divested himself of the trunks.
"Teddy. Right. I'm Tim, but I'm not wrestling you...naked."
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"So hurry up and get ready, Tim," he sighed. "It's the only way out of this room anyway."
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He swings the door open cautiously.
"Hey. Heard there was a wrestling match in here?"
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"Yeah. Special rules match. You're just in time," he said, thankful the guards hadn't just grabbed some random someone and thrown them into the room. He walked over to the far wall and picked up one of the bottles of oil.
"You're a bit overdressed for the match."
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"...I'm supposed to be dressed like you?"
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Ah.
He took in the sight of the other man, suddenly feeling a little more at ease--he was as underdressed as this fellow. He possibly went through the same experience, being forced out of his clothes and into these small little shorts--his were red, to contrast with the green. It was, at least, a far better way to spend an evening, engaged in battle, than to simply walk around and be sorely tempted into a room with a stranger.
Not that Jarah was anything near strong enough to take this guy on, but sometimes agility won over brute force...
[ooc: cool. realistically, given he's as skinny as a stick and much better versed with magic, I'll say that Jarah loses.]
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"Heya," he greeted. Nothing in the rules about not being friendly. "I'm Teddy. You get filled in on the rules before they tossed you in here?"
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