(1208) Wrestling Tournament

**Jag** · Sep 2nd, 2012 04:33 PM

Review the rules of this challenge on this post

Over in one of the corners of the throne room, a red circle was painted on the ground, which was about twelve feet in diameter. Clearly, this was the place where the wrestling matches would take place. Mr. Bates was standing by the circle, writing something down in his notebook. He ripped the page up into smaller pieces, folding them and then placing all of them into a small cloth bag.

The Wizened awaited for those who would be participating today, curious as who would step up. He expected a few to do so, but the rest remained a mystery to him.

OOC

**RebornSeas** · Sep 2nd, 2012 07:02 PM

Clare breaks away from Smudge when the start of events is announced, and heads straight for the circle with a grin. She was going to have fun with this.

Sep 3rd, 2012 01:25 AM

The King of Summer makes his way over to the wrestling ring. He gives whomever is there a nod of his head. "Mister Bates." Spartan says by way of greeting.

The King is very much looking forward to this day. These events. They remind him of times long ago, the few good times he can remember before his escape.

Sep 3rd, 2012 04:44 PM

Rook had to admit, of all the contests that, as the Red Victor, he was essentially required to enter, this one was the one he was looking forwards to the most.

The Board demanded challenge. And not just any challenge, but the challenge of raw, hand-to-hand combat. It sang in him. It was what he was made for.

In battle, he turned it against the things that had transformed him. With his Mantle, he defied the fate that had been assigned to him by those false masters.

And in turning his function to sport, he proved that he was more than just a living siege weapon. That he was capable of more than the command 'Capture'

Rook smiled at Mr. Bates.

"So, who did I draw?"

Sep 3rd, 2012 06:14 PM

The Draconic's fingers twitched as she stepped toward the ring, where everyone else was gathered and she surveyed those who had agreed to take part. She could hazard a guess as to some of the names who might enter, having seen a couple of the Lost in battle. It made her wonder who she would be drawn to fight first.

And more importantly, who would win.

The contact aspect of wrestling ensured the Draconic would be... cautious. She did not want a repeat of former accidents.

"Mister Bates," the Draconic nodded simply, in the polite greeting.

Sep 4th, 2012 01:31 AM

Lou stepped towards the ring excitedly, a slight smile on his face. He wore his hands in his pockets and every-now and then increased his towering height by standing on his tip-toes to get a look around. He smirked as his eyes passed over Rook, as his last "wrestling" encounter with the Red Victor most certainly didn't turn out in his favor. But Lou wasn't here for a rematch - he was here to have fun and bond with his fellow members of the freehold.

"Hello Mr. Bates, everyone, " he said. "Are we ready?"

**Jag** · Sep 4th, 2012 09:37 AM

As people started to migrate over to the wrestling ring, Harvey finished his drink and headed over in that direction as well. The Sun Banisher nodded at those already there, not saying a word while he waited for Mr. Bates to announce what the matches would look like. Betony Rue Jasons arrived next, carrying a bitter wind with her, and a frown upon her brow. She politely nodded to those she knew and only addressed the reigning Sovereign in a formal greeting. "King Spartan," she said respectfully to the Bloodbrute.

Duncan and Swilla arrived next, laughing and teasing each other as if they were brothers or something. "Man, I'm tellin you, I'll whipe da floor witcha," said the large Coldscales, flashing the new Constable a grin and punching him playfully in the shoulder. "Oh, is that so?" asked Duncan in return, chuckling a bit. "I guess we'll see about that..."

Mr. Bates nodded politely at those that were arriving for the wrestling tournament, offering a plesant smile to Rook. "I'm finalizing the list of matches," said the Wizened in response to the Red Victor's question. "I believe we are still waiting on a few others before we can get started."

OOC

Sep 4th, 2012 03:09 PM

Serreth arrived at the ringside, looking quite calm. He bowed slightly to Mr Bates as he approached. "A pleasure to see you again. How are you?" He asked the manager of the Four Seasons.

**Wolven Pryde** · Sep 4th, 2012 03:29 PM

Locke, unfortunately, had a moment of confusion. He had shed his shirt and shoes, and rolling his slacks up a few inches. All for comfort more than maneuverability. But this left him with items of clothing to temporarily dispose of, and it took him a short wait in order to do so.

Though his Mask outside Hollow or Hedge is nothing to scoff at, his Mien is can be downright intimidating. Broad, green, powerfully muscular. The shock of red hair and yellow eyes certainly do nothing to mute this. And though Locke is naturally sure of himself, there is no cocky posturing. He strides over with a calm, simple beat. Stopping near the group and adding a brief, very subtle nod to those gathered, he almost smiles. Something about the quick tightness in his cheeks and the corners of his mouth seem to suggest it, anyway.

As he rests his huge hands on his hips, in what he imagines to be a casual enough pose, the Ogre refrains from speaking. But not out of malice, or even social discomfort. His mind is singularly focused on cursing his wretched Keeper for the ridiculous state she had put him in; setting him back incalculable ages in his advancement.

Locke may not win today, but he will learn. He will grow. He will spit on the shallow audacity of the Gentry. And most of all, he will enjoy himself.

What I do here, I do in defiance of your treachery. You jealous bitch.

Sep 4th, 2012 07:29 PM

Of the three events Jezebel planned on entering, the Wrestling was the one she expected to do worst in. She wasn't that strong all that strong and wasn't used to trying to immobilise people without beating them half unconscious first. Plus, she thought as she wandered up to the ring, it was the sort of competition that attracted biggest, most physically apt Lost. The sight of Rook and Spartan, along with Lou and a few others she didn't recognise - one of them looking like some sort of animated egyptian statue, and the other just huge and green, confirmed her suspicions.

Or, of course, there was Anya. After a moment, Jezebel decided she'd rather take on one of the giants.

One way or the other, Jezebel didn't find she was that bothered. Whatever happened it'd be a bit of a laugh, and in the worst case scenario, it wasn't like she'd be able to feel the bruises from being slammed around.

And hey, you'll be able to get your own back come the drinking contest.

Jezebel laughed slightly at the thought. "I'm here. Sorry about keeping you waiting." She said, nodding to Mr. Bates.

(1208) Wrestling Tournament

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