now we're in the ring and we're coming for blood Who: Aisling Wilde, Loch Lemach, Miles Baines, Lutheria Beoulve, Rivalen Beau, Siri D'Albis, Cian Wilde, Cormac Hier What: The (one) Ring (to rule them all) Where: Warehouse in the Docks When: Tonight Rating: PG-13 for gratuitous violence, slurs, sexual situations and attempted murder Status: In progress
The atmosphere was tense; org members guarded the doors, screening each individual attendee, removing prohibited weapons and tossing them in a bin for further inspection. They were taking no chances: the boss had said thorough searches, and so they were doing thorough searches. A few people here and there tried to protest, but Neil and Kirill tossed them out on their asses.
The last thing either of them wanted was for the Ring’s boss to wind up in a body bag. They’d follow.
Aisling Wilde oversaw the entire operation from the shadows, watching as people filed in, grumbling about the suddenly stringent rules, rumors flying wild - everything from someone was trying to off Ash again to the Wildes were turning cheap and getting their weapons stores this way. Ash rolled her eyes; better safe than dead, as Cian always said, and if that meant a few disgruntled betters, so be it.
Still, she didn’t think the evening would be too eventful. She planned to clean up and go home.
A glance at the clock told her it was getting close to showtime. With a nod at Neil, she disappeared into the back, walking by each of the competitors. At least the spectators were going to get a damned good show.