Post by dragonclaw15 on Jun 30, 2004 2:12:38 GMT -5
"Welcome, wrestlers! Welcome to the first ever Mud Melee! This is the premiere mud wrestling championship on the bar! During this competition, lovely young ladies will grapple for the coveted title of Miss Mud Melee Champion! And at home, young men will just plain...grapple!" The speaker steps forward into the spotlight and reveals himself to be none other than DC, clad in a suit and holding a microphone. Lights turn on behind him, revealing a large pit filled with mud. A wooden walk surrounds the entire pit, and a large padded area surrounds the walk.
"The rules are simple!" he announces. "Single-entrant or two-member tag teams are allowed! If a tag team fights a single entrant, only one member of the team is allowed to wrestle! No weapons are allowed besides your own body, but claws and spines are not allowed! If you step outside of the ring, which is indicated by the wooden walk, you are disqualified! You are still in the ring if you are on the walk! Punching and kicking are allowed, but grapples are recommended! No killing of opponents! You win if you can pin your opponent for seven seconds or push her out of the ring! Otherwise, anything is allowed! For tag teams, you may tag your partner if you are close enough to her! Your opponent must then allow your partner to enter the ring without interference!"
DC walks onto the padded area, the spotlight following him and revealing the area beyond the padded area. The entire pit and padded area are set on a raised platform a few feet above the ground. Pads are set around the edge of the platform, in case somebody falls off. Raised bleachers surround the platform.
DC grins and raises the microphone to his mouth. "There are only a few guidelines for entrants! Females only, bikinis mandatory! If your bikini falls off...the fight goes on! Otherwise, there are no guidelines! Registration begins...Now!"
The arena lights flare on, bathing the entire arena in white light. DC descends the stairs around the platform and goes to a small table, where a pair of women are already waiting.
He walks to a large chalkboard and writes a pair of names in the brackets: Jenn Kestrel and Rayne Techin-Kestrel. He turns to the girls, who are clad in normal street attire. "Gotta change, ladies," he says with a wink.
"No problem, DC," says the younger one: Rayne, a silver-haired beauty. She is a half-Kalarian hybrid, and her age of two hundred and ninety-nine years is much more than her twenty-six year old appearance indicates. Her deep purple eyes glittered with anticipation. "This ought to be fun. And I have a great partner."
The woman Rayne indicates is none other than Jennifer Kestrel, the famed pirate queen. She appears as she did in her years of piracy, before she had her daughter. She is a twenty-eight year old tall, beautiful brunette with green eyes that shine with an inner fire. Jenn grins. "I haven't done anything like this in a long time. Only thing close would be that little match in the Jell-O a couple years back. Remember that, DC?"
DC winces in mock pain. "You held my head under the lime for five minutes. I had Jell-O coming out of my nose for a week." He rubs his throat, which appears completely fine.
Rayne steps forward and kisses his throat lightly, leaving behind a small amount of purple lipstick. "How was that fight, DC?" she asks.
"A lot of fun. It hurt, but it was great. A draw, though."
"Pity," says Jenn as she sits on the table to await challengers.
Rayne reached under the table and grabbed a duffel bag out from under it. "Jenn," she says, feeling a bit awkward when she calls a woman younger than her 'mom', "let's get changed."
Jenn nods and follows Rayne to the changing rooms in the back as DC takes Jenn's seat on the table and grins as he waits for more entrants.
"The rules are simple!" he announces. "Single-entrant or two-member tag teams are allowed! If a tag team fights a single entrant, only one member of the team is allowed to wrestle! No weapons are allowed besides your own body, but claws and spines are not allowed! If you step outside of the ring, which is indicated by the wooden walk, you are disqualified! You are still in the ring if you are on the walk! Punching and kicking are allowed, but grapples are recommended! No killing of opponents! You win if you can pin your opponent for seven seconds or push her out of the ring! Otherwise, anything is allowed! For tag teams, you may tag your partner if you are close enough to her! Your opponent must then allow your partner to enter the ring without interference!"
DC walks onto the padded area, the spotlight following him and revealing the area beyond the padded area. The entire pit and padded area are set on a raised platform a few feet above the ground. Pads are set around the edge of the platform, in case somebody falls off. Raised bleachers surround the platform.
DC grins and raises the microphone to his mouth. "There are only a few guidelines for entrants! Females only, bikinis mandatory! If your bikini falls off...the fight goes on! Otherwise, there are no guidelines! Registration begins...Now!"
The arena lights flare on, bathing the entire arena in white light. DC descends the stairs around the platform and goes to a small table, where a pair of women are already waiting.
He walks to a large chalkboard and writes a pair of names in the brackets: Jenn Kestrel and Rayne Techin-Kestrel. He turns to the girls, who are clad in normal street attire. "Gotta change, ladies," he says with a wink.
"No problem, DC," says the younger one: Rayne, a silver-haired beauty. She is a half-Kalarian hybrid, and her age of two hundred and ninety-nine years is much more than her twenty-six year old appearance indicates. Her deep purple eyes glittered with anticipation. "This ought to be fun. And I have a great partner."
The woman Rayne indicates is none other than Jennifer Kestrel, the famed pirate queen. She appears as she did in her years of piracy, before she had her daughter. She is a twenty-eight year old tall, beautiful brunette with green eyes that shine with an inner fire. Jenn grins. "I haven't done anything like this in a long time. Only thing close would be that little match in the Jell-O a couple years back. Remember that, DC?"
DC winces in mock pain. "You held my head under the lime for five minutes. I had Jell-O coming out of my nose for a week." He rubs his throat, which appears completely fine.
Rayne steps forward and kisses his throat lightly, leaving behind a small amount of purple lipstick. "How was that fight, DC?" she asks.
"A lot of fun. It hurt, but it was great. A draw, though."
"Pity," says Jenn as she sits on the table to await challengers.
Rayne reached under the table and grabbed a duffel bag out from under it. "Jenn," she says, feeling a bit awkward when she calls a woman younger than her 'mom', "let's get changed."
Jenn nods and follows Rayne to the changing rooms in the back as DC takes Jenn's seat on the table and grins as he waits for more entrants.