Guess Whose Back? (Lysle Rigger vs. Lurcano Car'dann)

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Lurcano couldn't help but pace back and forth, as he took a drink so that he could calm his nerves. Lurcano usually wasn't one to get hung up over such things, but this was definitely a big deal to him. Traditionally, Lurcano never considered himself to be someone that was easily starstruck. But he would be lying to himself if he claimed this wasn't a big deal to him.

Maybe the reasons for his nervousness were a bit peculiar, but that didn't change his feelings towards this fight. He wanted to impresses this man, because of the things he'd heard. 'This might just be my chance for something better. As long as I win anyway. I've got to win for sure.' Lurcano took another deep breath as he continued to pace back and forth.

Finally he jumped over the railing that separated the fight pit from the spectator stands. He stepped into the middle of the ring and stretched his achy muscles. Whatever happened in the fight to come, he would be ready for the worst and he would be sure to give back just as good as he got and then some.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="The Upright Man"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Shockboxing was a violent and often dangerous sport where combatants fought each other in a ring using electrified gauntlets known as shockboxing gloves. These gloves could deliver blows of varying levels of electrical intensity, from stun to more lethal levels. A popular training method amongst military units, shockboxers were typically tough and skilled at melee combat. A regulation shockboxing match was divided up into ten equal two-and-a-half minute phases, with one-minute breaks between each phase. Barabels were frequent participants and known to be exceptionally suited to the sport. Today, it wasn't shock boxing, but the tactics were all the same.

Shockboxing gloves were a type of powered gauntlets, similar to stun gauntlets, used for the sport of shockboxing. Designed to both protect the hands of the wearer and deal damage to an opponent, shockboxing gloves emitted electricity with every blow. Unlike stun gauntlets, shockboxing gloves had variable levels of electrical outputs that ranged from a stun setting, to a light shock as often used during sparring sessions, all the way to a lethal output. The way shockboxing gloves were worn kept the gloves from falling from the wearer's hands and to prevent forceful disarmament. They weighed approximately 0.4 to 0.5 kilograms on average, and ran around five to six hundred credits in price.

Lysle had been taught in the way of Shockboxing by Bounty Hunter twins, Lily and Venus Rose. Two notorious Mandalorians, or rather now they were Dar'manda. One who was Dar'manda was one who had been banished from the Mandalorians, and considered to have neither a soul nor entry into the afterlife. They would forever be shunned, for they had committed a crime most grievous in their culture. The murder of fellow Mando'ade. Their excuses were palpable for Lysle, it was their job as a bounty hunter to kill. They needed the credits to survive. Now they worked for him. Elite marksmen, and former Royal Guards of the leaders of the One Sith.

He would have continued training with the twins, but when they were found out, as an associate and non-mandalorian, he was thrown out of their space. It didn't help when they discovered he had stolen his Tachyon from a mandalorian, and was indirectly involved in the owners murder. Not that he felt guilty for it. He was fourteen when the Rodian showed up on Kesh, blasted his two parents just outside the barn house. He did what he had too to survive, and that involved the young Lysle stealing the Tachyon and getting the feth out of their.

He sat in the back room locker, preparing his fists with a thin wrapping. The match was high-physical, no-shock. It mean't instead of using the shock-gloves, he would be doing it the old fashioned way. It would hurt, but not enough to immobilize you - like the shock gloves. It was the concurring punches you needed to worry about. Most combatants who entered shock boxing were looking for that quick credit, to pay off some debts or a narcotic addict. Lysle did it for the thrill, and sometimes revenge. This time, it was obvious. He held no qualms against this man. Tonight was for the adrenaline. To release his anger for Cryax Bane.

Lysle glanced up when his sponsor and promoter entered the lonely room. "Hey, get up the fight is about to start," he tossed Lysle a towel. "I've got a lot of people betting on you tonight, son. You've got to win it. I know the last three matches have been hard for you," Edier said. "The last three matches was five years ago, when I wasn't 'dead,' and against a Trandoshan - lets not forget I didn't have my head in the game. I've got it under control tonight," Lysle said, standing up. He flung the towel over his shoulder and gave his arms and legs a final stretch. Edier began to motion him out the doorway and into a long corridor, near its end was the glistening lights that awaited him. The ring, and for the next few minutes, it was all that would matter. Everything else in this galaxy would seem to vanish. It was him, and his opponent. Mano a mano.

Lysle passed the crowd of belligerent alcoholics and insistent gamblers that wanted nothing more than to throw their money at him in the hopes they would get back double. He paid no heed. His mind was focused and sharp. As calm and collected as the washing waves on a gentle shore. He passed down under the ring, making the final adjustments to his wrappings. He turned around, Edier clamping him tightly on the shoulder. He placed the mouthguard between Lysle's lips. "You've got 'im," Edier said.

Ding, Ding, Ding!
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[Lurcano Car'dann]

[SIZE=18pt]L[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]urcano couldn't help but smile as the man he was supposed to be fighting with entered the ring. He was certainly more prepared then Lurcano had ever been for one of these fights, and the man he was fighting with was an obvious favorite. He eyed him as he put in his mouth guard and prepared to fight. He took another deep breath before pushing himself off from the ropes, which he'd been leaning on. 'Let's try not to make a habit of that tonight, shall we?'[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]As the bell dinged three times, Lurcano lifted his hands up and approached the human. His foot work was rather atrocious, and despite all the things he had going for him which included but were not limited to his superior reach, height, and weight. He knew he couldn't fight this man on his own terms. That would be the honorable way about it, and a fine way to get his head caved in at that. No, he had something a little more unorthodox in mind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]He jabbed at the man a few times, not committing to anything. He simply wanted to size his opponent up just a bit before he truly got into the swing of things. He knew little of the man that he was fighting, and his physique didn't give away very much as well. He would simply have to wait and see what he was up against. 'This fellow definitely knows what he's doing. Not the first time he's been in the ring. That doesn't mean chit though. I'll show him how a man whose desprate for his next paycheck fights. A man who fights with no reservations. I'll show him.'[/SIZE]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

The bell signified the start of the match. Lysle clapped his fists together with the all-too familiar thud of their collision. Smothered chalk burst into insignificant clouds of white particles that gently drifted to the floor of the ring. He began to bounce between each foot, ready to keep himself quick on his feet. He used the balls of his feet to propel himself left and right, arching his back forward to keep himself down. With his knees bent, feet ready and his back arched, neck hankering down, he could easily and fluently protect his core. There was no doubting that years of experience was evident in his techniques.

The two of them approached; Lysle wanting to get in close. Lurcano throwing in a few quick jabs. Predictable. Expected. Almost guaranteed. A few jabs at the start of the match was always a nice way to start a fight, it let you know what you were against - unless your opponent was a former shockboxer. Lysle brought his wrists together to form a shield, taking the blunt of the attack. His forearms spiked as daggers of pain scorched their way up his arms. He grit his teeth, biting deep into his mouthguard.

Lysle didn't hesitate to move himself from the defensive to the offensive with the speed and agility of a cat. He skirted left, twisting his torso to propel his left arm with increased speed and kinetic energy. A direct attack that was aimed for Lurcano's jaw. He would there-after follow - irregardless if his previous attack had been successful or not - with a quick right jab for his ribs, while Lurcano's guard would be recovering from the quick left shot. Lysle launched himself into a series of powerful, short bursts of jabs, left and right, for his opponents ribs. An attempt to not only injure them - but to crack them. All the while Lysle kept his back hunched, head down, albeit ultimately exposed.

[member="Lurcano Car'dann"]

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

[SIZE=18pt]L[/SIZE]urcano had expected his opponent to be an accomplished fighter, one doesn't get to be the founder and former leader of the largest Crime Syndicate in the Galaxy by being a defenseless babe. Yet despite all this, he hadn't expected the level of ferocity and the fighting prowess that was obviously shown in the way Lysle moved and swung his fists. Lurcano's jabs were blocked by the mans wrists, and this unorthodox style of fighting already challenged Lurcanos initial momentum. That was when he knew he was in trouble.

Even as Lysle was moving into place to swing, Lurcano was falling back. But the hook that Lysle threw simply came in to fast for him to dodge. The blow was lessened slightly as he moved away but it still rocked him to his core. He stumbled as he fell back, and blinked furiously. His vision blurred and his ears rang. 'Wow...Holy chit...That mother karker hits like a karking truck. This fight will end real fast if I block a few more of those with my face.'

He fell back under the onslaught delivered by Lysle, blocking the shots towards his ribs with his elbows hoping that the man would get hurt his hand or his wrist in some way by connecting wrong. He didn't count on it though. He made sure to maneuver himself away from the ropes and he broke off from Lysles blows; half running half back peddling. The crowd jeered and chucked whatever they had in their hands towards Lurcanos direction. Lysle was obviously both the house favorite, and the favorite to win the match. 'Enough of this chit, time to show him what I could do.'

For the second time tonight, Lurcano approached Lysle. He made sure to not give away what he was planning and he scooted in even more. Suddenly, as he got within range. Lurcano would take a shot towards Lysle's legs and attempt to take him down onto the boxing ring.

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Unsure, whether or not Lysle was familiar with this fighting style, Lurcano knew he had to try something so that he could get this on the ground. If he managed to do that, he could use his superior weight and experience to make this more of an even thing. Otherwise, well. It wouldn't be very pretty and he would leave it at that.