Cuyan endured through the punch. Sweat bounced off the Zabrak as the fist came into contact with his chest. He then quickly gave a one-two punch, both blows aiming for Tala's chin.
Tala was in the dominant position at this point. Her foot immobilizing Cuyan's only offense. However, Cuyan was agile, he was a fighter, he was a survivor. With Tala not on his back anymore, Cuyan lifted his legs and planted his feet in the dirt. His backside in the air with all his might he...
The searing pain was almost too much or Cuyan. As he kept throwing elbows, he prayed one would rock the Twi'lek on his back, change the tide of the fight. However, if Tala keeps her leverage, then Cuyan would have to tap or risk his arm snapping. The crowd was on their toes. It was clear their...
Cuyan's face hit the dirt as the Twi'lek pinned him to the ground. The crowd cheering at the sight. However, they knew Cuyan wouldn't lose so easily. Cuyan began using his free arm to rain elbows onto Tala. They weren't the strongest elbows, or the most efficient, but it was all the Zabrak could do.
Cuyan felt very uncomfortable in this awkward angle, however he still had control of his left arm. Enduring the pain brought onto him, he swung with his left arm aiming for Tala's chin.
The reflexes of the Twi'lek impressed Cuyan. As he missed his first punch, Cuyan then used his right arm to jab at Tala's stomach. Bringing up his left arm simultaneously, to protect his head. The crowd screamed as both contestants fought each other. This was the fight everyone was waiting for.
Cuyan slowed his breathing and cleared his mind. He knew he lacked the strength of most fighters, but his speed and endurance made up for it. His feet circled the ring as he analyzed for a moment to strike. The crowd was roaring, but he could not hear it. In his mind it was just him and Tala...
As she smashes the back of his head, the Trandoshan hits the ground. Unconscious, it's clear Tala is the victor. The crowd was in an uproar. They loved the way the Twi'lek fought. After Roalak dragged the Trandoshan out, he grabbed the mic and began speaking.
"What a fight! Is their anyone...
The Trandoshan got back up to his feet. He was enraged that such a fragile being could push him like that. The crowd was cheering harder than ever, some even mocking the Trandoshan over what happened. Cuyan moved from his corner and picked a spot closer to the ring. He was interested. Very...
Cuyan stared at the Twi'lek warrior as she slaughtered her opponent. He was impressed, but not by a lot. Sheebs was drunk. Cuyan was doing that when he was 15. As Roalak and the bookie dragged the helpless Duros out of the ring, The next fighter hopped over the fence and into the dirt. Standing...
"Ladies and Gentleman! Our first fight of the night is Sheebs the Duros, and Vek the twi'lek! You know the rules. Fist and feet only! No guns, swords, chairs, or magic! And no grappling! We're not Hutts! We have feet! Bets are final!."
Roalak hopped over the fence and sat by the bookie. The...
Cuyan cocked an eyebrow, looking slightly confused at the Twi'lek. He didn't expect her to be a fighter. A dancer yes, but a fighter? He never would have guessed. He leaned against the bar getting closer to the young women. "You're in luck. It's open fight night. Should be starting any minute."...
Cuyan noticed the young Twi'lek sit down at the end of the bar. He had eyes on her the moment she walked in. Everyone must have. Especially that Duros who's too drunk to get back up. Overalls? Not something I'd where in here. But she can work it. Cuyan hesitated, stuck in his thoughts while she...
Nar Shadddaa. Home to smugglers, bounty hunters and refugees. Also home to many cantinas and night clubs. Just outside the Red Light District one of the more popular cantinas, the Raging Rancor.
The cantina was especially crowded tonight. Smoke from the hookahs filled the room. The center of...