not_interested (not_interested) wrote in tranquilitypt, @ 2016-02-17 13:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | harlow, open |
The First Rule of Fight Club
Who: Harlow and OPEN
Setting: Curiosity's Underground Fight Ring
There really wasn't much reason for this club to be underground in either a literal or a figurative sense. though Harlow appreciated the irony. Not only did it weed out any drunken passersby that though, in their infinite wisdom, that they could take any one of her fights, but it harkened back to earlier times for Harlow when she was just a young demon starting out in the ranks.
There really wasn't much reason for this club to be underground in either a literal or a figurative sense. though Harlow appreciated the irony. Not only did it weed out any drunken passersby that though, in their infinite wisdom, that they could take any one of her fights, but it harkened back to earlier times for Harlow when she was just a young demon starting out in the ranks.
The fight itself had been raging now for about three rounds, which was around the perfect time in Harlow's mind. It was right about when these humans started to get desperate, and she fed off their desperation. It was like water to her, essential and perfect. The crowd clustered around the war-worn wresting ling, grabbing at its frayed red leather ropes, as the new opponent hit the ground again thanks to a hard punch to his nose. A wash of blood sprayed onto the first line of spectators and Harlow grinned more, enjoying this particular type of audience participation the most. They payed for a show here and if they didn't go home with their ears ringing from cheers and their clothes saturated in various bodily fluids, she felt very much like it was a wasted day's work.
The man picked himself back up, slowly dripping blood onto the stained mat, wiped his nose, and went for the larger man in a primal lunge. But he was smacked right back down to the floor again with another hard punch and when he didn't immediately move, Harlow slipped under the rope to stand center stage. "Eins...Zwei...Drei," She said, voice booming as she reached for the winner's arm to hold it up in the air amid a roar of cheers from the crowd. Dropping his arm a moment later, she pushed him off toward his corner, watching her crew gather and disperse currency throughout the crowd based on the bets that were placed. Motioning to two new opponents, Harlow slipped out of the ring again and stood near the back of the room to watch.