Log:Hutt Cartel: Fight Night Semifinals - Grom v Sajin

Fight Night Semifinals - Grom v Sajin

OOC Date: November 6, 2015 (Optional)
Location: Pit Fighters Palace - Hutt District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Grom, Sajin, Darius Wildes, Kasia Ashkuri, Ryo Odessa, Hex, Vasani, Jonn Drayson, Yuun, Usha

A week off is enough time for Usha work on other shenanigans. BUT it is also enough time for word to spread about the competition, which has drawn out a much fuller crowd this evening. Unlike the splotchy turnout from the first round of fights, many of the seats in the venue are filled. Perhaps it was the viral video of a very well endowed Sajin slapping down his zombie-like opponent. Or the holo ads of Grom launching the referee into the crowd. Whatever it is, this Zeltron could not be happier. And from behind her signature shades, she speaks into a walkie, "Alright. Let's put on a good show for these folks."

The lights over the audience dim, while the ring brightens into view.

Grom stands unmoving, save for the slow stirring of his three-fingered hands in and out of massive fists, and the twitching of reptilian lips that bare teeth every few moments. Yellow eyes are narrowed balefully on the Rodian, just... waiting for the green alien to mispronounce something.

"Usha Usha Usha. You look marverlous," comes the mildly accented voice of Ryo Odessa. He's stopped by a couple of guards and frisked. His pea-shooter is taken from him and tucked into one of their belts. Once he's waved through, he'll take up a chair next to the young woman. "This is how the other half lives, eh?" he asks, taking a look around.

Sajin is sitting on a stool in his staging area. He's not wearing loose shorts this time. They're some nice tight fitting athletic wear but... the bulge is still there. You can't help it when you're hung like a hapan. He's not feeling as primal today but the stims still have him jacked up. They got the dose just right this time. He wipes some snot from his nose, it running just a little bit.

Everyone's favorite Rodian is here this evening. Buf Finkel is unmistakable in a bubblegum pink suit, contrasted finely against a blue plaid shirt and matching bow tie. It's likely one of his safer choices. He's not in the mood today. With a voice like Zeus, he booms:

"Welcome to the first semi-final bouts of the moon-wide fighting competition. Tonight's contestants will fight to move on to the final match or will face another contestant for third place. An exciting start to an exciting week! Good creatures of Nar Shaddaa - LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEE."

"In the RED corner, standing at 6 foot two, a yummy two hundred and eight pounds ... He's stupid, he's sexy .... annnddd his pants are NOT loose this time..."

SAJIN

KOVO

KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH"

Some sexy galactic pop music plays to introduce Sajin, while video droids follow him onto the stage.

Siha Archer is behind Sajin on the ropes, chewing on some jerky as she reaches around to wipe the snot from his nose like a good mother wannabe-lizard, tissue pinching and swiping as she speaks, "You're probably going to get your arse kicked real good, Saj. Like, real good. But I gotchu." Reassuringly to the dude she's you know, helping pump up for the fight, "Just make it better than when you fought Turdion. You like, handily handed him his arse last time. Blow." Murmured, the tissue wiggling and waggling at his nose, encouraging the Hapan to blow his nose load out, "Try to get on his back, ride him like a lizard monkey, he's weak behind the shoulders, dem arms only reach so far, you get in front of him and you're done. Just ..you're done. He's got those crazy tree arms on him, those big hands." Wait, deflating or pumping up Saj? Siha has just, hours ago, come out from her own hella long time in the bacta tank, so she's looking all shiney and new. Perky. Fresh faced. Hair braided back. In her fancy mandalorian gear, helmet on her hip, "GO, SAJ, GO! SHOW THEM YOUR GLORY AND KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS THIS TIME." PATPAT. You've received a +nom from Sajin. +nom/pending to review.

"Codsworth sends his best your grace!" Darius stands calling out to Grom with a smirk, before sliding back into his seat. I mean, we all have to take sides in a fight right? Grom sure is big, and Sajin sure is hung but these facts matter little to Darius when deciding who to support. The young man needs the Houk to win and look fancy after the fight, get a nice photo op , if Grom Cakes are gonna take off.

       The raging Hapan man meat blows his nose into Siha's hankercheif. He looks to her silently as she deflates his ego. "I'll figure something out Siha." He gives her a wink and nods to her advice. Someone tosses his a fedora as the music starts and he walks out with a hop in his step. Then /moonwalks/ horribly onto the ring, twists, and tosses his hat back into the crowd before raising a single fist.

Fashionably late, the Ashkuri's arrive at the fight, and today they both look pretty fancy. Kasia is looking just a little nicer than she usually does, a flowy purple dress, jewelry to match, hair up, she snazzy. Hex is dressed nice as well, which is probably a lot more surprising, his nice clothing done in the Ryloth style of dress which is flowing, fancily folded materials that are hard to get to sit just right, but he has managed it. "...I'm just saying, there are caves there for you, and beach there for me, it'd be the ideal vacation," Kasia says to Hex, giving his arm a little tug. "Oh, has it started? Are we late? Let's find a seat close to the front, get a good view to see if Grom kills Sajin." She leads the way, and continues on. "I hope not, he's a really good janitor."

Hex is dressed well, and in the Twi'lek style, lookin like the fine alien trophy husband he definitely is. He's smoking a long pipe that smells like tabac is not involved here, and seems to be in a good mood. "I will give Sajin Kovo Kah a fifty thousand credit bonus if he wins this fight," Hex decides, magnanimously, followed by, "I feel comfortable promising that because he won't win." But he gives a thumbs up to the Hapan anyway! Great job Sajin!

Buf allows various whistles and high pitched screams fo Sajin sound before continuing on with his announcing:

"In the BLUE, a fearsome creature at a full 7 and a half feet tall and four hundred and ten pounds heavy, the King of .... the King of F...." Buf Finkel takes a moment to pull out a handkerchief and wipe the sweat from his green brow. Flashes of the violence he suffered through after mispronouncing this word comes rushing back. "The King of Fah-Lee..." So close Buf. So close.

"GROOOOOOOOOOMMMMM"

Vasani arrives just a little late, with her lizard Slasst on a leash following closely behind. Before going too far into the arena she had picked up two BIG buckets of those little bug snacks they have here. YUM! "Dare!! DARIUS WILDES???" Vasani is yelling trying to find her partner in the crowd. She's running through the crowd, but somehow gets tangled up in the lizard leash and tripping, spilling her bug snacks all over herself and some really fancy twi'lek. Good thing it somehow managed to completely miss the really fancy lady walking next to this fancy twi'lek. "Oh man, geez sir 'm sorry for messin' up yer fancy clothes" she says, trying to save what she can of the bug treats.

Grom turns a narrow stare aside to Darius, his yellow eyes so bloodshot they look almost orange. "Glasss Eyeeee... has no hat," the Houk rumbles slowly, with a degree of menace entirely up to the listener to interpret. He could be ready to eat your eyeball, or legitimately concerned for the state of Darius' haberdashery. Then that Fink of an announcer is speaking and Sajin is moonwalking? "Backward Human war dance WILL NOT SAVE Little King," the reptilian warrior bellows. And then Buf- poor, poor Buf, he was so close... A wordless roar from the Houk and the monster is charging the ring, full speed, murderous stare fixed on the Rodian. "GROM WILL SKIN PINK RODIAN."

"NO NO," Buf Finkel screams, still in his deep Baritone. And before Grom can make him pay for his sins, he books it off the stage.

"That's very generous of you, ka're," Kasia pats Hex's arm as she says it, finding some seats near the front and leading him that way. "If he loses, we can just give him employee of the month again." She doesn't notice the shower of bugs that hit Hex, and that's probably for the best, she's focused on pulling two small flags out of her bag, one with a big S on it, the other one with a big G on it. Covering all her bases here.

Sajin looks over to Grom as he enters and then towards the Rodian who runs away. "AYE... AYE," Attempting to get the reptillian's attention. "LATER KING OF FALE. I'm your opponant right now." He puts up his dukes like someone who knows what he's doing. "Hey Grom..." He leans forward and kinda whispers hoping the Houk can hear him over the cheering and jeering of the crowd. "Try not to hit my face too much." He hops and backs up again, waiting for the bell.

Siha Archer watches with bright eyed dread as Sajin does his battle dance onto the stage, remaining on her corner, head shaking slowly as she says words for herself, "He's going to get so badly squished." Said as she leans in to the ropes with her elbows, a towel over one shoulder, a water bottle down on the ring stage between her feet along with a bucket of ice water, everything waiting as she plays Sajins' squeegie woman. As Grom is announced Siha will pump a fist up into the air, half-jumping up to cheer, "YA GROM! TRY NOT TO HIT HIS FACE. IT'S ALL HE HAS GOING FOR HIM!" See. She's like, sharing the single brain cell with Sajin. NOT THE FACE.

The Pit Fighter's Palace. Why oh why was Jonn Drayson (ACTION HERO!) back here? Last time he was here, he had the rust forcibly knocked off him via one Houk headbutt. He still had the bruising around his temples to show for it. But here he was, in the cheap Fiber jumpsuit, watching the fight. "I hope dat der handsome man is able to defeat der monsteh." King of Fale my posterior! The Houk was a thug! So clearly his support was being thrown behind the guy who was handsome but horrifically outmatched. "DEFEAT DER MONSTER, NOBLE WARRIOR!" he bellowed towards the ring. "FIGHT FOR DER HONOUR OF DER LITTLE ONES HE HAS CRUSHED!"

Much like his last fight, there are an inordinate number of children that are part of Grom's fanbase. But this time, they are carrying the appropriate Houk shaped dolls and figurines because last time the GM was dumb and kept calling Grom a Trandoshan, when he is definitely NOT.

The referee meets the fighters in the middle. "I want a good clean fight. No weapons. No fancy alien power-ups. Protect yourselves at all times and everything I say you must obey." The fighters are given a minute more to prep, and then DING DING!

Seeing her fighters take their places, Usha turns to greet Ryo who has arrived into the staff section. With a dimply smile she greets the old friend with a kiss on each cheek. "Don't be salty, dear. They'll give it back to you when this is all through. Let's see if we can make this worth your while anyway." The Zeltron snaps for a bartender droid to come take both their orders. "Last time I saw you we were dropping off dead Ryns at the Wayside. What've you been up to since?"

"I don't?!" Darius pretends to search for an invisible hat above his head. "Your grace!" He stands calling out to the Houk as he chases the Rodian. "He was the one! I know he stole the greatest of my hats!" Lies, and more lies, but that Rodian is probably a bad dude. Probably. Wondering where Vasani Darius stands ups just as he catches his name, turning to see the blue Twi'lek throw bugs all over Hex. Some of them even seemed to like explode juices all over him as well. Gross. With a smirk Darius starts to make his way toward them waving a hand "Kasia! You look lovely! And Hex, I'm sure you did!"

Yuun walks into the Pit Fighter palace and makes his way up the stands, looking around he finds a seat and moves to sit down. It's a pretty decent spot, he's able to see the pit clearly and now as he sits around, he hears the murmuring of different conversations. He does look around to see if those he came here with were here, though after a few moments, he doesn't seen them and shrugs a bit fo himself.

"Honestly? Dropping off credits at casinos," is Ryo's answer to the Zeltron woman. "Bespin Reserve with plenty of ice, please," is his request of the bartender droid. "I'm out of practice. I've gotten fat and lazy," he says with a smirk. "And my hands don't work so good anymore." There's a pause and he takes a look out into the cage, slipping his hands into his coat pockets. "Cheating at cards is hard, you know?"

A few words are visibly seeping into Grom's brain, as Sajin, Siha, and some third thing (referee) speak. "Knot face. Knot face. Yes, Grom will TIE LITTLE KING'S FACE IN KNOT." The words accompany an abrupt and unsuccessful effort to grab Sajin by the skull.

The ESTEEMED HEX has been crashed into, by a careening Vasani! "Tcha, lia'ry! You okay?" he asks, trying to preserve his hold on his glass pipe, that was expensive, while also reaching to try to steady her arm. Maybe he catches Vasani, maybe he doesn't, either way he's shortly distracted by the interesting matter of bug snacks stuck to his finery. Is he too proud to hunt them down and eat them? No. No he is not. "I see you got Slasst, where's your pet human? Oh, kassurra, Darius, there you are. It'll be a good fight!" He grins at Kasia, "We don't deserve Sajin. I'm glad he hasn't noticed."

"And we're back ladies and gentlemen to Monday Night Mayhem at the Pit Fighter's Palace and tonight is the night you've all been waiting for."

"That's right Michael! It's the Clash of Kings! The Game of Thrones! Two members of royalty duking it out!"

In the ring we have Grom, the monster, the King of Fail," uh oh, "going up against Sajin, the handsome one, King of Drik."

"Isn't he more of a Prince, Michael?"

"That's neither here nor there, JR."

Once again, the two commentators were back, calling shots on the action as they saw it. Jonn Drayson, on the other hand, was getting more and more invested into this brawl even though it had barely started. "WATCH OUT, AVOID DER HOUK'S HEAD, IT IS SCALY!"

Sajin ducks and turns launching a kick towards Grom's mis-section left open from his attempt to grab his head. Sajin is a quick little bugger though his strength is average for a healthy mammal/human. He retreats, creating a bit of distance, hopping up and down on one foot as she shakes the one that made contact with the Houk's skales. "Hell, Grom... YOU THICC."

Hex assures from the crowd, "IT'S A GOOD THING GROM!"

"Hex? Oh Hex! And Kasia!" Vasani finally looks up, Slasst scooping up the bugs that sadly landed on the floor. Much more edible than rocks. "Thanks fer helpin' me up! ....Hex what're ya' doin' dressed like that?" Seeing Hex dressed nice is more confusing than worth complimenting. "Oh Dare! There ya' are! Ye' saved some seats? I got us snacks! Well.. they didn't all hit the floor!"

Grom looks down to peer at the point where Sajin kicked him, grunting a bit at the impact. His weight doesn't shift, but the Hapan got a grunt. Looking up slowly at the hopping Hapan, Grom tilts his head, and lashes out with a deceptively swift backhanded fist. "GROM IS MOST THICC," he bellows with the blow.

Kasia shifts the bag on her shoulder and then transfers one of the flags to her other hand, lifting up both and waving them with a cheer. "Wooo, you go, beat his face in!" Which one? Who knows. "Hex, do we want snacks?" she asks curiously, looking over and spotting Vasani. "We went out to dinner before we came here." She picked the restaurant this time, so it was fancy.

"Yeah, I'm routing for Grom this time. " Darius says coming up to the three. "We gotta throw all our support behind Grom cakes right love?" Darius says wrapping an arm around Vasani, leaning down for a kiss but thinks twice cause he doesn't want to catch cooties. Instead Darius eats a piece of bug off of her lekku. "Oh, good! You got the spicy kind. " He says, talking while chewing. "Yeah, I have some seats right up there unless you guys were planning on sitting elsewhere?."

"Speak for yourself, I /have/ snacks," Hex points out to Kasia, finding more of Vasani's insect-based food in his attire. Vasani herself gets a grin. "I have to represent the old country sometimes, ka? Twi'lek formal wear is better than human-style. More colorful." He draws on his pipe, and winces appreciatively when Grom smacks Sajin a good one. "Ah, he's done that to me plenty. It smarts."

Sajin is launched into the crowd. Yes over the ropes and into the crowd by the THICC HOUK. There are some shouts and gasps as Sajin dosn't emerge for a moment. Then he stands slowly. He's bleeding from his nose, it obviously broken and an eye swollen shut. His face is a mess, black and blue at least where grom BITH slapped him. He walks back towards the ring and then picks up the pace attempting and upper cut. It connects but dosn't do a damn thing but injur Sajin more. He shakes his hand, holding his wrist, his world getting already a dephening rough rumble of nothing that made sense. He has a concussion as well but he was too stupid and proud to call it there.

Having not really paid too close attention to where he sat, he looks around and as he does he sees a woman in armor, quirking his head to the side a little. "Hello." eh says to Siha. He doesn't know her but as the fight starts, Yuun watches the fight and winces at the hits that have connected. He turns his attention back to Siha, "have you made a bet or anything?" he asks.

"OH MY!"

"BUH GAWD!"

"SAJIN HAS BEEN SENT STRAIGHT INTO THE STANDS!"

"That backhand came out faster than my third ex-wife with my bank account details!"

"No one needs to hear about that, JR!"

"Naaaaauuuuuuuu!" was the cry of agony as Jonn Drayson's preferred fighter was sent headlong into the stands. This wasn't about money! This was about honour! About justice! About making sure that MONSTER didn't make it into the finals!

Usha hmms at that order and chimes in, "That sounds delightful. Make that two please." And with the fight in full tow, she lets herself relax in an comfy chair. A poke goes to where she thinks Ryo's muffin top might be, "Fat and lazy? I mean, you've filled out a bit, but you're being rather hard on yourself no? I have a hard time believing that High Roller Odessa is slowing down."

The table next to her chair has a glass top, and from her pouch she sprinkles some white powder onto it. "You ever think on what I said before? Maybe you should be gunning for more administrative position than doing the hard work of a card shark."

"GET BEHIND HIM, SAJIN!" Siha calls out, jumping down from the ropes so she's on the edge of the ring, elbows on the ringside platform, head shaking. She had already ordered wings to be brought ring-side, so her order, hot and tasty, fried and red, is brought and set down beside her along with a sippy cup of whiskey and some mixer. And then Sajin goes sailing OVER her, Siha ducking mid-grab of a wing, a grimace clear on the Mandalorians face as she sucks in some air. Oh. "Oh. His face. Oh. No. He ..he ugly now." A glance to Yun as he asks about whether or not she bet, Siha pushing up the ropes with one hand for Sajin, reaching up high to help him out, "Oh yeah, I bet on Grom, but I'm helping out Saj. He my friend. But, I mean. Grom." Siha says with a wicked grin and a shrug of her shoulder, "You?" Asked as her wing holding hand brings her wing to her lips, a good bite taken as she turns attention briefly to the ring, "SAJ. /BEHIND/, punch him in the /arse/, get his jiggly bits between them tree legs! He's got 'em! I researched!" Called out mid-chew, her food shuffled into a cheek hamster style, Siha bouncing anxiously on her heels as she downs her meal.

"YEAHHHH!! GO GROM-CAKES!!" Vasani cheers, jumping up and down and already fully immersed into the fight. "Wheresaseats Dare?" Vasani asks, eyes never leaving the fight. "We gotta watch! He's so good at that! LOOK AT 'IM GO!!!" She watches as Sajin goes flying into the stands and rushes right back in to continue the fight

Grom points to Sajin as the Hapan hero refuses to stay down. He looks aside to Siha, nodding and declaring, "Knot face!" See, he was listening. Sajin- employee of the month, every month- stubbornly waded back in and fires another punch, and with a growl deep in his throat, Grom drops his weight and throws one of his dreaded Houk headbutts, roaring, "GROM IS THE BIGGEST KING."

"I'm too pretty for hard work," Ryo says with a grin, taking up his glass and moving to have a seat next to Usha. "Just gotta get back into the swing of things. You know, on Socorro, everybody's a scumbag, but there's a code of honor. Here, well..." he trails off as he takes a sip from his glass.

"But we'll see. You're gonna abandon the Cartel to come work for me, right?" he asks, looking over at the Cartel guards and flashing them a wink. "I can promise you it won't be boring. Just think of the bounties."

"You always have snacks," Kasia pointes out to Hex, wrinkling her nose at him as he eats the bugs. It's the look he always gets when eating bugs. Grom punches again, hard, and she grimaces now. "It always looks like it hurts when Grom hits things," she says to Hex, and basically anyone else who might be near them. "But that one looked like it /really/ hurt."

Sajin stumbles back at the headbutt. Someone might have head a crunch or a crack. Eiher way his face was just entirely blood right now. HE was as ugly as he's been in a while and there were some ugly ass times in the past in situations just like this. It wasn't his first time. For some reason he waddles around as if attempting his best to keep his balance. His plush and now bloodly lips move slowly but speak no words. Finally, after a moment of trying he manages a few words. "Extra... extra fried please... Siha... Siha, I'll find you. I'll find..." And he collapses in a heap on the ground.

"OH MY GAAAAAAAAWD!"

"IT'S THE SKULLBREAKER!"

"GROM HAS CRIPPLED SAJIN WITH THE SKULLBREAKER!"

"BUH GAWD, WHO CAN STOP THIS MONSTER!"

The announcers were out of their seats now, roaring into their headsets and shouting frantically at the ring from behind their unsafe and improperly reinforced table that was liable to explode if someone was so much as dropped on it. Jonn Drayson, on the other hand, had his head in his hands. Was it too much to ask for a victory against this rampaging maniac?!

"BRING GROM THE SKIN OF PINK RODIAN."

Darius grimances as headbutt connects, assuming the group was probably in the process of moving to their seats, they got a nice good look at the squashing. "This is why I don't wrestle with guys. " He says to those around him. "Sometimes pretty doesn't grow back. " Darius then cups his mouth. "YES YOUR GRACE! HE IS HERE! THE PINK RODIAN HAT THIEF IS HERE! AND HE HAS BEEN SAYING YOU AINT THICK"

The referee rushes out for the count.

"1..."

"2..."

"3...."

DING DING DING!!!!

Oh no. OH NO. Kasia is near Darius and Vasani, and there's a real angry Houk heading their way. "GROM!" she bellows as loud as she can, both hands up like somehow that might stall the rampaging beast that is GROM. It won't. "Stop. GROM STOP!" She's too pretty to diiiiiiiiiiiiie.

At the approaching Grom in their direction, Slasst lets out a high pitched screech yelp sound and the lizard hides behind his mom/owner. So much for guard lizard, he's a coward. But also who wouldn't hide from an aggressive approaching Grom. "GROM CAKES!!!" Vasani yells, part cheering, part horrified.

Ded Sajin, is Ded Sajin bleeding out on the floor. Ugly Sajin. Stupider Ugly Sajin.

Yea this is Yuun's first pit fight and when Saijin flies over his head, he blinks a few times and Yuun sees that he's too close to the action, but he doesn't move away and seeing as Siha is engrossed in the fight, his words may not have been heard. Still he sits back and enjoys the fight, he winces and hopes that Sajin is able to get medical help or something.

"Move, move, move!" Darius quickly jumps to push Vasani, Kasia, hell even Hex in one-way and then jumps to the other. "THIS WAY YOUR GRACE! THIS WAY!" He calls gesturing to draw the Houk away from them. Or at least the blue one. The blue one is most important. "HE HAS STOLE THE GLASS EYE TOO! HE HAS IT! YOUR GRACE!" Please, follow the dumb Dantooine hillybilly into the crowd, and find some random Rodian to attack Siha Archer IS SO RICH. SO RICH! That headbutt has Siha cringing in the most cringing way she possibly can, shoulders coming up to her ears, a bit of red sauce schmeared around her lips as she gives her bones a toss behind her with a snap of her hands like 'DAMN', can't even keep ahold of her wing. Oh. Oh no. OH NO. But secretly yessss..she so rich ..but Sajin ..Sajin so busted. And as Grom dives towards the crowd, Siha will slant an apologetic look to Yunn, "Sorry, gotta do best friend duty." She'll wink and pop up onto the fighting ring stage, sliding in between the ropes with the bucket of ice water dragged along, Siha raising up the bucket and splashing the bloodied Sajin with it before she's dropping down to one knee to begin towelling off his face, "Sajmijaj, c'mon buddy-" Gentle tapping to ..uh ..what she thinks is a cheek, "C'mon boy, we won /so much/ cash money, we're soooo rich, I can buy you a new face we so rich."

Usha laughs as she takes a card to forms a neat little line of the white powder. "Yes, out here we're both a little out of our league aren't we? But we're alive. So we'll just have to say fuck everyone and keep trucking until it's out time to go." She gestures to the powder to allow Ryo to take the first line if he wants.

"Show me the bounties and I'll come work for you. But not before ... well, I'm sort've stuck with the Hutts right now..." And then a CRACK of bone, and a ringing of the bell and Usha rises from her seat, "Already? For Sith's sake."

It's clearly dicey as to which words the Houk can hear, as rather than stop, he flings a spectator out if his path, seat and all, shouts, "CAKE," and storms off in continued pursuit of Darius. The big guy is wading through pretty much everything in the way, do it's slow going.

DRUGS YES. Ryo looks giddy at the offer and leans forward, sliding a nice, engraved, durasteel SNORTIN' TUBE out of his coat pocket. He heckin' snorts that first line and leans back, blinking a few times and holding the bridge of his nose. "Perk of the job?" he asks, gesturing to the powder and sniffing harshly.

His eyes follow Usha's out into the ring and he breathes a soft chuckle. "I'll pry you away, eventually," he remarks to her, not taking the time to rise from his chair just yet. "A little...anti-climatic, eh?"

All Sajin can do is mumble as Siha smacks his bloody bruised face. "Mmmm... nurf burgers and nakey girls... Extra crispy."

Kasia is on her feet, but she hasn't moved too far, far enough that she doesn't get squished by the Houk as he heads off after cake. "Huh," she says, glancing around. "I guess he really likes cake?" She files that bit of information away under potential future Grom Control Techniques. It will definitely be needed at some point in the future.

Are they away from Vasani? Yeah? Good. Eventually when you stir the pot enough, it falls over. With a grin Darius turns around breathing deeply to see Grom has caught up to him. "Your grace. " Breathing hard. "The hat thief has gotten away. Alias, an adventure for another day. How bout we go enjoy some Grom cakes instead? Feast to your victory and future... Smashing of pink things? Yea? Ax flavor, buddy? It is gonna be so good!"

"And that's it, ladies and gentlemen, King Grom has picked up another commanding victory, this time over King Sajin."

"That was an absolute slobberknocker, Michael! Sajin got absolutely SQUASHED!"

"Tune in tomorrow night for the next round of qualifiers, only at the Pit Fighter's Palace."

The commentators breathed a sigh of relief that no one went through their nice-if-unstable table. It was rare when that happened. Jonn, on the other hand, was vaulting the rail right behind the Mandalorian and kneeling at the side of the fallen combatant, ready to assist with any sort of medical malarkey. "You faught well, kid, but you godda be fastah, and move betta den der big guy. He is truly a monstah!"

Vasani follows the lead and moves out of the way from the impending Grom. "He liked the ones I made for the tea party" Vasani adds, speaking to Kasia. "I told 'im I'd make some special Grom Cakes next time! Didn't bring 'em to the fight though..." She then takes note of the giant lizard, who is literally shaking behind her. "AWEEE BUDDYYYY!!" She speaks to Slasst in a baby voice. "DON'T BE SCARED!!" She pulls him in to a big hug. "So uh...'s Sajin okay down there?" She looks to the fighting ring where the bloody pulp once known as Sajin was left.

Before the referee can even declare Grom the official winner, he's already rampaging into the crowd terrorizing the audience. Unsure of what to do, he looks into the distance where Usha is sitting and frantically waves to try and catch her eye.

The Zeltron on the other hand is not at the least bit surprised that Ryo comes prepared. "Perks indeed. Good stuff, right? I will say that the Hutts have access to things stronger than I can acquire on my own." But apparently not a strong enough combat stim. She looks very disappointedly down at Sajin below. "This damn Houk. Knows how to kill creatures and a good show."

Into her walkie talkie, she communicates with the ref, "I don't know, get someone to /stop/ him. And get that Hapan off the stage. He's bleeding everywhere."

Ryo Odessa smirks and stands up, lifting his drink off of the table. "Good stuff. Reminds me of my last trip to Zeltros," he says, moving to give the young woman a pat on the shoulder. "Never invite a Houk to a fight you don't want him to win. Or a dinner party."

Siha keeps slapping Sajin and he comes to after a moment caughing up blood. "Did I hit a durosteel wall or something? My head is killing me." He asks, looking to Drayson. "Who are you?" Siha is picking him up. "OH no... you're taking me to Doc Kal... she's going to look at me with such Judgement and disapointment!" HE sniffles.

With the match over, Yuun gets up, "Well it was somewhat nice to get meet ya." he chuckles as he looks at Siha. He walks over to the bar and gets a Corellian Ale, Yuun takes his drink and sips it, he isn't a real big drinker but on occasions he does indulge. Looking around the area, he feels he may go wandering around a bit shortly.

"Dere is another dohktah at der Spaceport, I walked past dere once when I was shopping." Oh Jonn, so lunkheaded, so naive. Nobody goes in there. Nobody. He looked up at the Mandalorian who was assisting with the rescue of this valiant, NOBLE warrior. "If he doesn't want to be judged like my wyif does when my dautta misbehayves, den we can go dere."

Perhaps Darius had some secret Grom Cakes, perhaps there was a mircale, maybe the force and its midichlorians wiggled their way into some magic. Whatever the case he appears back from the crowd near Vasani, mostly intact. A goofy smirk on his face. "Hey, Spots might be about that time you think? Our kid seems to have had his fill." He gestures to the scard lizard she holds.

"Sounds good ta' me!" Vasani nods, glad Darius didn't get obliterated by Grom. She gives a quick wave to Kasia. "We'll see ya' at the next fight, if not before then!!"

Vasani smiles, somehow managing to carry Slasst and following Darius.