Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
"Please, don't call me that," he replied, cold. "Why does everyone insist on giving me names I don't want?" Because Benny had been his mother's name for him, the only sign of endearment she had ever shown, and the only part of her he had carried with him through the years. Obi-Wan had been a fool to go by it for those few weeks in California. What a price to pay.
He kept his eyes low and watched the tiles on the floor change as they entered the former lavatory that barely--no, completely failed to pass for a locker room. Most, but not all, of the toilets had been removed, leaving behind half-assed patched holes in the floor. They took up an empty space where there was a bench that Obi-Wan dared to sit on for a few moments. He continued to quietly look at the floor, even as he pulled his shirt over his head. It was too hot to keep it on.
As for who they would actually be fighting, Obi-Wan only recognized about half the names on the list. The burly men who had passed had been none of them, but it was unlikely they were anything more than a security force. These fights were about putting on a good show, which is not to say they were in any way a pantomime act. They were brutal, but no one really liked to bet on a hulking brute. A few of the men in the room cast sharp, recognizing stares in his direction, but, of course, no one came over to say hello.
After a few minutes, the bracket was slapped onto the wall.