MORTAL KOMBAT-Part 2.

[Zorlar Korkson]

Staggering out of the ring, the bloody heap that was Zorlar Korkson collapsed to the floor. "STIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SHOCKBOXINNNNNG CHAMPION...RORG VORS!" The ring announcer shouted, half of the crowd cheering and the other booing. The Barbarel inside of the ring barley looked anything like Zorlar. No matter how many punches he threw, he failed to even affect the alien. The rumors had to be true, the boxer was on something. His newest ring medic gripped onto Zorlar's arms helping him to his feet and Zorlar's manager, Zim, rushed over to his fighter. "Man, I'm so sorry Zorlar! I didn't-" However, Zim was interrupted as Zorlar stumbled past him, silently. "C'mon! The guy...he was takin' somethin' and you know it! Why are you upset about it, man. It ain't possible to beat 'em, no one can do it!" Zim watched in disbelief as Zorlar staggered up the ramp, gripping onto his ribs which were probably cracked. His fur was stained with red blood and dozens of cuts lined his body. He finally made it backstage and outside, where he collapsed in the parking lot, too exhausted and injured too move without pain.

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew had been watching the shockboxing tournament; he was bored again.And... well, it wasn't pretty. A few moments after [member="Zorlar Korkson"] collapsed in the parking lot, Mrrew appeared from somewhere or another, glancing at his bodyguards and medics, then down to him.

"This is why I carry a blaster. Blasters hurt drug addicts. Punches don't."

 

[Zorlar Korkson]

He managed to stare up at [member="Mrrew"], pain on his face. Man, he wished-no, he prayed that he could talk, cause that would really help out in situations like this. However this time, only his new medic and manager was standing next to him. He had not yet discovered a bodyguard suitable for the job since the abandoned issue after a fight a few weeks ago. His manager snarled at Tugorian, taking a step forward and jabbing a finger at the alien's chest. "Who do you think...You...ARE?" Zim, Zorlar's manager, shouted. "Get outta here, man! We ain't got time for motherfethers like you." Zorlar shook his head multiple times and grabbed onto Zim's shoulder but due to him being mute, he was unable to get his manager's attention and could only franticly pull on his shoulder.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew slowly, slowly looked down at the manager. He probably did poke his chest, since that's all he coudl reach. The eight foot tall Togorian just stared down at the human. "No thank you."

Mrrew stepped around the managar, and frowned at [member="Zorlar Korkson"]. "We need to get you a translator droid...."

 

[Zorlar Korkson]

Zorlar nodded, gripping onto his manager's shoulder and forcefully pulling him back. Zim stared angrily at Zorlar, before Zim finally removed a short and stubby cigar and removed a match and ignited the cigar. Zim glared at [member="Mrrew"] for a moment, before turning over to Zorlar then back to Mrrew. "What do you need?" Zim asked.