Peter watched Tug fight, beckoning Cathie over for the final bout. When it concludes, Peter lets out a low whistle. "You know, I might have taken him if he fought me that way... Ah well. Then again, if you had my spot, you might have been in the final. You're both so damned strong, it's honestly hard for me to tell. Maybe next time."
Peter smiles. "So, in the next week, we'll see about some practice... night time though, don't forget. Here's a number to get a hold of me... just let me know when you're ready to go. I'm gonna be headin' out. Take care, alright?"
With that, Peter heads over towards Tug. "Hey, not to cut in on your time. Just wanted to say congrats on the win man. You earned it. And why the hell couldn't you have fought me that way, huh?" Peter lets out an honest laugh. "Jokes aside, good show. I'm tempted to offer a number for if you ever want to spar, but" and Peter glances around at the people who seem to be with the big man, "you look like you've got plenty of training partners. I'm headed out. All the best!"
As Peter heads toward the exit, he decides to stop by and chat with the promoter, getting the information on the establishment, seeing what all is being taught. After all, Peter needs to brush up on his combat prowess... he's running with bigger dogs these nights.
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