Live Wrestling and Rock'N'Roll

[Kray]

His feeling about this had been ... conflicted ... People in a ring beating each other up ... well trying to make it look like they were beating each other up ... a spectacle all to close to home for the ogre ... but an ogre he was and tenancies towards violence had won out. Perhaps more so then he had realized as the spectacle for all of its grand and skillful showmanship was for those same reasons ... disappointing ... no blood ... little enough that would leave bruises ... this was a show not a fight. A show set to the guitar riffs and aggressive drumming of live music.

And so while the giant hovering around the back of the crammed in crowd drinks his fill and watches on from under the brim of a moth eaten fedora he darkly applauds when weapons get introduced, props as they might be, or occasionally calls for more barbaric acts with his mind wondering now and then from the moment to envision acts of a more visceral and harmful nature.

[Kray]

Bookkeeping

[Skye]

Wrestling, what was that even? Having seen it in various media like Scooby-Doo or other movies more than a few times sure but never having actually attended something beyond a backyard version which could hardly be described as accurate. But hey loud shouting, big strong guys left and right, sweating glistening muscles and who knows with some luck maybe a tall woman with muscles to make her feel even smaller than she already is to cuddle up to as the moon shines in the sky now that would be quite a successful evening.

Dressed up all in black, wanting to cover most of her skin for the night and how many had even seen her dressed in other colors in this city? It was not exactly a commonality to wear colors, paired with a white tiger face painting. Unable to imagine a more fitting animalistic design, she was not yet worthy of the name she wanted but at least she could begin to emulate it.

The bad though, trying to actually see the show with people shouting and getting up left and right was not exactly easy, trying to navigate herself to find somewhere where she could actually see the show in full without all these mini giants blocking the view whilst shouting enthusiastically with the crowd.

[Circe]

"Wooooooooooooot!" A figure throws a fist into the air as the music coincidentally syncs up with the fight in the ring. Sure, the Summer is fully aware of a choregraphed fight, but skill is skill. Faking a fight is hard. Faking a fight to match up to music accompaniment? Game respects game yo.


The Queen of Summer is rocking a slight punk attire tonight. A denim vest atop a t-shirt and a pair of sunglasses with a white rims and actually the had lenses used for night driving, though only the older folks or serious wrestling history fans might know who made those shades popular. She'd a hat to match too, but that got lost somewhere.


Worn jeans finished the punkish element, though given who she is, Circe HAD to have something more...martial. A set of fingerless red leather gloves with elaborate plate decoration adorn her hands. Not exactly sap gloves, but they'd work as such for a couple punches. Just in case things got VERY exciting. And not just yummy with scantily clad, muscular actors fighting with grappling whilst sweating in front of a crowd. It was...uncomfortable without guns, but the venue had security and that'd be too much a hassle.


Or if someone tried to steal the owl earrings. Copper and glass sure, but that was a Contracts thing. As is, the music was more enticing than the fight. She decides to start to wander, see if she can get a better angle or find something fun. Or cotton candy. Whatever.

[Sonnie Wu]

"Bust him up!!" she cried from her seat in the stands! Sonnie was here! She actually loved pro wrestling! It was so athletic and flashy. It was like a sport crossed with a soap opera.

She couldn't really stand up. Her lap was loaded with a box of concession stand food. Popcorn and hot dogs and fries and a large soda! Delicious, but it interfered with her ability to see the action in the ring when spectators in front of her stood up. It was a sacrifice she had to make for snacks. Such is life.

[Sonnie Wu]

D'oh! Forgot about the Mask hardening! Here we go!

[Kray]

"Ah. Yeah make him bleed." The giant calls in his deep voice in agreement with ... someone ... looking first around and then eventually down, it was usually looking down that solved such issues for the giant he sees he is not alone in the packed venue. He thought well enough of the spring queen and last time they had hung out she had proven a good source of new food ventures. So he down half his beer and shoulders his way through the crowd, an easy enough endeavor for the ogre, until his shadow looms over Sonnie's seat from behind. "Uh. Well fancy that." Meaning more the odds of running into someone he knew here. "Ha. Didn't know you were into this kind of thing." Having to speak a little loudly because of well the crowd, and the music, and what was going on in the ring, so his deep voice carried.

[Skye]

Moving around to the best of her ability, ducking between people trying her darndest to just find a place to be able to perceive this fight, weaving between a couple of people to appear close by the giant perhaps circumstance perhaps his size and scary look being what created just enough of a spot for her to actually be able to find that proper viewing angle where she could actually see something.
”Send him to his ancestors!” Raising her fist with a loud shout, not really certain if it was just a show or genuine the words had been kind of split but not exactly impressed by the fighting manner, just feeling the lack of something there. Lowering her hands to her lips creating funnel a louder shout. ”Send in the muscle mommy´s!” That was what her student had called them right?

Lowering her hands with a wide grin before actually noticing the giant close by, body already pulling itself slightly back before mentally having registered whom he were.
”Did not expect to see you here, say shouldn´t they be wearing masks?” Not really certain about the difference between this kind of wrestler and a luchador, and a look over towards the seated woman with a cock of the head, looking down lost in thought for a moment knowing she looked familiar. Wait city event, archery student, dog, sad, cutesy....Pointing towards the woman with a half questioning, half uncertain look. ”Fugly?” That was the name she had said that evening right? Or was it the other woman? Human names were so damn hard to recall.