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"Ooooooh, Yeaaah!" Sauvage yelled as he watched the flames and the rockets and Klied's pinpoint percision take out the Mandalorian enemies left and right. He quickly closed the gap with Klied and finger flourished and flicked his tongue in excitement. "The Mega Powers! That's what we are, dig...

"Are action-holo lines your first language?" the kid asked over the comms. Poffo snapped his head toward Klied and let the youngster finish with directions. He shook his head as Klied as answered. "Your new son has a smart mouth, yeah. If Daddy Hunter don't do it, Uncle Poffo may have to bend...

Anybody who had a view would have to admit, Poffo looked like a bona fide badass coming down the rope with his awesome camo jacket flapping on the way down. Not known for his agility or grace, Macho landed with surprising finesse. He gave a confident nod to the hunter as he let go of the rope...

Poffo made sure his blaster had all six shots at the ready and said to Klied, "Ooh, yeah, let's do it and do it with styyyyyyyyle, yeah!" Sauvage had the blaster up eye level, looking down the sites of his gun, ready to fire. He made it all the way to the end of the hallway and looked in both...

Poffo knew all about flame throwers, and the minute those flames started licking against the makeshieft shield, the bearded brawler let her loose. Klied and more or less taken care of the sentries that were trying to prevent their entry. Sauvage urged Tegan to go forward, and Macho followed...

Turning to see the ship getting out of the hot zone after its passengers disembarked, that was that. The point of no return. It was kill, be killed, or be taken hostage. Poffo wasn't sure on what the Mandalorian philosophy on taking hostages was, so for Poffo, the only acceptable outcome was to...

"Hope you're not too afraid of heights Mr. Macho!" Afraid might not be the correct word. Hesitant, perhaps, would be a better word choice. Then again, it was possible that afraid might work. He had long lived inside the bowels of Coruscant and never even got so high as to the surface of the...

Three distinct men. Each were roughened and toughened by fighting one way or another. Either in the wilds or with guns or with fists. And their reasons for doing so were quite different. Klied liked the rush. an adrenaline junkie who no longer got his high hunting wild beasts so he chose to...

In a word, glorious. Mr. Macho loved the brutality of a fair fight, and this was fair all the way around. Perhaps to the surprise of others, it was the pit fighter, the brawler that won over the crowd and the dominated the game, not the Mandalorians in their fancy armor or the Force users with...

As soon as Macho's feet connected with the metal breastplate of the Mando, he knew that he kicked flush and that his opponent would be meeting the floor a platform level below. Poffo hopped up without even checking to see just how bad Arbalest had fallen. Instead, Poffo went back to playing the...

As the flying inferno (read, Mando on fire) was headed to the ground for unexected stop, drop, and roll tutorial, Mr. Macho would take the time to gloat and revel his success and cheers. He turned around slowly listening to the adoring fans as he nodded during his turn. Every so often, he would...

Just like when Mr. Macho watched Galactic Wrestling Entertainment as a youngster on the holos, the durasteel folding chair was no object to be trifled with. Down went another Mandalorian as the clang of the steel on steel echoed through the arena. Poffo tossed the chair behind him, pointed at...

As one might expect, after a steel chair shot by Mr. Macho, the gloating and hotdogging would commence. Spinning, finger flourishing, calling in cheers from the adoring crowd, some added "OOOOOOH YEEEEE-AAHHH!'"s for added emphasis. Until he stopped cold and saw his teammates once again get...

Poffo was leaning back eating his bang-corn. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to keen on the idea of King Macho, but being royalty was more of a state of mind anyway, he supposed. If little girls can walk around call themselves "little princesses" and full grown women can say they're "Queen" of this...

No question, Poffo had put Fanboy in a bad way. After the unnecessary name-calling, Mr. Macho was more than happy to see the guy go from pasty pale and rare to charred and medium well at his hands. "Oooh, yeeee-aaah!" Poffo yelled at the man on fire. "Turned you into Fanboy on the Barbie, yeah...

Poffo took the first batch of bang-corn and started divvying it out to those that would want some as Klied started to speak. The fireworks didn't last as long as Poffo would have wanted, and damn if the bang-corn wouldn't have tasted better with some violence and cussing. Poffo was already...

In a word, Poffo was still pissed that this pipsqueak Fanboy called him a prick. It was like he wanted to get dropped on his damn head again. Poffo would be more than happy to oblige. Maybe he knocked the sense of out of him, but Mr. Macho would be aiming to knock the sense right back into that...

Poffo was about ready to square up and knock Aska the kriff out, but she instead turned to the boy and let him have it. The brawler let his guard down and watched as the drama started to unfold. "Psst..." he called over to Poogulga, trying to be quiet. "There's a bang-corn maker over there. Get...

Mr. Macho must have looked like Sarry Banders, the retired Hall of Fame Huttball player out there, dodging and weaving between the shots of the lance. To his great credit, Sauvage wouldn't be hit by any of the shots from Feannag, but they did serve as enough of a deterrent that getting the ball...

Round two was quickly coming upon the competitors. Round one, Poffo had to believe, was a rousing success for himself. He had a brutal KO against an opponent and scored the game's first point. If he could only continue this sort of performance on such a widely watched event, he may fall into...