Doc Holliday and Open
Doc once more found himself out in the first round at Fight Night. It was disappointing, but being stubborn as hell, Doc wasn't about to give up. He knew it would take time for him to become familiar with the skills and styles of the fighters here. He wasn't always the most patient of men, but given he was trapped in a small town with little else in the way of entertainment, he didn't really have much choice.
Deciding to stick around, Doc ordered a customary whiskey and claimed a seat in front of the large televisions. Sipping his drink, the gunslinger watched the remaining competitors intensely. A silver lining was he walked away with only a few scrapes and not much else. While he wasn't immortal anymore and they would probably scar, he knew it could have been much worse.