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Enter Bad Horsie
Topic Started: Jan 20 2009, 01:43 AM (95 Views)
Reil
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Enter Bad Horsie

“Bad, listen, if you don't throw this match they're going to---”

“What? Kill me?” The tone of that normally sullen voice sounded almost challenging. Frightening, some would say.


The constant emission of bright lights from the cameras surrounding them made timing difficult within the octagon. As such the blonde one seemed unexpected of the left hook, and so it collided upon his face, a resounding crack giving fame to its apparent punishment. The force alone from the large Spaniard was enough to cause the blond's head to turn to the side at an alarming rate. Add that to the grapefruit sized fists impact which caused all the liquids within the man's mouth to eject immediately, a concoction of crimson and saliva.

The crowd's cheers were in unison with the blow as at first the synchronous wail echoed throughout the darkened building as the fist met with the face. This was then followed by the uproar of a successfully placed haymaker, as the blonde's body seemed to begin its fall toward the ring's floor.

The scene is a dimly lit room no larger then an interrogation den, not just coincidentally. A single fluorescent bulb shone poorly over a square table with a blonde man seated at one end and a rather large older man seated across from him. The third man in the room was the even larger Kenyan standing to the side of the older man. None seemed to appear amused. Then again, a slight smirk on the blonde's face may have said otherwise. It was the older man tightly clenching his cigar and his friend standing cross-armed who were not at all cheerful.

“So an undefeated fighter isn't good for profits?” The older man seemed to almost caught by surprised at the younger one's over-confident tone. Mister Bellemento quickly corrected his expression with that of his more typical higher arrogance.

Holding his chin high, displaying the full girth of his mighty beard, he pounded a large fist against the table. It seemed the room nearly shook from its force as he met is ferocity with a booming voice, “Dammit Mercutio, do you know who you are fucking with?!” A guttural roar which shook the room.

“Mercutio knows damn well who he plays with, and Bad Horsie doesn't take fucking orders.” It was as if though those normally dull eyes shone with an azure brilliance. A signature, some would say, a frightening gaze indeed.
Edited by Reil, Jan 20 2009, 04:30 PM.
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Just before Bad's body struck the ground it would have seemed he awoke from an unconscious state. He turned his thin frame to the side as he caught his fall with his right hand. As his fingertips touched the ring floor he gave a perfectly executed kick as his heel connected with the lower region of the Spaniard's jaw, the force of said blow lifting the dark man off his feet and eventually on his back. As Mercutio's body still hung vertically from the counterattack he pushed off his right hand and performed a somersault before returning to his own end of the octagon.

“A Bad Horsie special ladies and gentleman!” Bad was always slightly annoyed of the flamboyant announcer's persistent banter. “Fading Blitzkrieg, one fighter you don't want going to the mat!”

The crowd's cheer turned to Mercutio's favor, it always did. The constant chant of Bad Horsie and the neighs of the more extreme fanatic brought a smile to his face, as the bell rung bringing an end to the second of three rounds. It took a few seconds longer before the Spaniard could stand, and Montague's cold blue stare never left him until the other fighter reached his corner. Finally turning his back to his opponent, Mercutio casually walked toward the corner to greet a shouting Hideko. The man was a former scientist aboard the the experiment. When Horsie was cast out the Doctor tagged along, feeling their jobs not complete. Now the man simply acted as an assistant to Mercutio, the two were making quite a bit of money.

“Your getting sloppy Bad, the spic's telegraphin like my grandmother before she died.” Before Bad could speak, already raising his hand to object, Hideko continued with his flurry. “I know how you work son, and you got to get whatever is on your mind out and focus.”

“Ya, listen Doc--”

“Don't tell me to listen Bad. If you want to fucking win this and screw us over, you better do this right!” Those last few words seemed to actually impact Mercutio, having finally received his trainers blessing toward his decision was a great relief. The bell sounded once more as he left the corner now with an even wider grin and a nod toward his mentor. He turned away and proceeded toward the center of the ring.
Edited by Reil, Feb 2 2009, 08:21 PM.
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