Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He sighs as he misses, eyes closing, his face flushing as a string of blistering profanity rolls from his lips, all of it directed inward.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He watches it fly past him, and looks at Dante again "Right....No here you blind bat." He taps his chin again "Come on, I can see that fire in yeah eye, every man has it now you going be a man and try and knock me out or be a lost fucking puppy, grow a pair and fucking hit me."

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): Snarling, he swings again.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: dex+brawl: 5,6,8,7,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: Str: 7,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: : 5,10,10,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): ((Sorry. *LOL* i suck at combat...even just friendly boxing))

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: ((Hey it cool A-K))

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: d10: Soak: 1,5,1,6,9,3,10,

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: d10: Tough as Nails: 9,

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: Dante comes in with another hit as Spitfire takes it on the chin, head knocked to the side and he even staggers a little, a gleam in his eye "Nice hit...My turn" And brings his fist in straight for Dante's chin

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: d10: Dex & Brawl: 1,4,3,9,3,1,4,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He blinks as the other's fist flies past his head.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He also misses Dante terribly, he actually brings back his fist and looks at it all most cursing it giving Dante the chance to press if he so wants.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): Dante's shoulders begin to shake slowly and laughter bubbles up out of him as he slings an arm over Bruce's shoulders. "We need wine."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: "But..." He scowls "Damn it, that has never happened to me before honest, we can go again, I'll even give you two free hits" He holds up his hand showing Dante two finger "TWO" He states loudly

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He rolls his eyes and steps back, squaring his skinny shoulders. "If you connect with me, you're going to seriously injure me," he says softly, frowning.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He squints "And so...? Make you feel like a fucking man!"

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): "It makes me bleeding and unconscious in a park." He snorts. "And seriously, I don't do doctors or hospitals."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: "Pussy" He mumbles "It's no fun if you moan like a bitch, fine consider yourself put into 'bitch' status." He snorts "I don't do wine, thats for the fucking ladies."

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): "You've never had rroma wine then," he says as he draws back to deck the man again.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: dex+brawl: 10,4,7,4,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: dmg: 2,5,

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He connects with Bruces chin as his head rolls to the side "First hit." Says Bruce waiting for the next one, he did say two free hits.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He swings again...

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: : 3,8,3,9,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: : 7,7,

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: d10: Soak: 5,4,10,6,2,8,7,

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: Bruce takes it on the chin again stepping back a pace as Dante hammers him with two solid blows but he looks uninjuried "I'll make sure I don't break you.." As he brings a fist in for Dante.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: d10: Dex & Brawl: 4,6,6,9,6,5,6,

Blind: They've drawn quiet the crowd now, some of thouse from watching Spitfire earlier, others collecting to the new fight, a few are egging on one or the other of the two.

(and if this is going to keep up you may want toroll init)

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: dex+dodge: 4,7,5,10,

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: ((I would say Bruce has forfitted the init since he let Dante go first *s*))

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: d10: Damage: 8,6,6,2,7,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: Soak: 10,10,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He staggers, groaning, hand rising to touch his mouth as he swears.

William Halloran: ((You guys mind someone coming up on this little brou-hah-hah? *G*))

Blind: ((Not exactly, at the moment they're taking turns, it somewhat different to if it acctually falls into a brawl Ju.))

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He connects with a soild blow feet already starting to move like the brawler he is "Cry mercy if you want it over." He grins that manic grin.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: ((I can roll init and no Rav join away *s*))

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): The young man shakes his head slightly to stop the ringing in his ears and begins to move, preparing to try and dodge again. "You have one more blow, prala."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: "Works for me" As he swings in for Dante

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: d10: Dex & Brawl: 8,9,4,10,6,2,5,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: dex+dodge: 2,2,9,1,

William Halloran: He's walking through the park...Friday night wounds present, as always. The man puts himself through hell when he works, and last night was no exception. A bandage on his forehead and a wrap on his forearm. He moves into the park, taking a hit off of his flask, and glances over at the large crowd gathered. A raising of his brow, and he heads that way.

Big and scary. Those are the two best words to describe the man standing there. Standing a touch over seven feet tall, and easily weighing over 400 pounds, the man pretty much defines the saying “I wouldn’t want to meet HIM in a dark alley!” His hair, a dark brown, is just a little too long to be considered short, and is worn combed straight back, revealing his face...and that’s not a good thing. The right side of his face is distorted and misshapen, looking somewhat caved in at the cheekbone, as if from an old wound. The eye above is perpetually bloodshot, though the original green reflected in the other eye struggles to show through. He’s dressed in a T-Shirt advertising New York City Wrestling, a huge pair of blue jeans, and size 17 boots. His gaze is surprisingly gentle for someone as intimidating as he is, and the look he gives off indicates...loneliness, perhaps? ((Fame 2: Check Who's Who for Details))

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: d10: Damage: 4,3,8,7,2,3,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): d10: soak: 4,1,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He tumbles back, groaning as he spits blood, his head realing. ~Romani~ "Enough, Prala.."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He connects again "Now your earning my respect." He truely seems to be for the moment, his eyes alight, fists flying, it all looks like a game to him almost.

William Halloran: He comes up, moving through the crowd, to the forefront. Watching the two, arms crossing over his chest, expression even.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He stops short on that next would be hit lowering his fist, it wasn't fun or sporting to beat on a quitter "Okay Dante, game over."

Blind: Some one in the crowd who recognises William has obviously pointed him out, as a whisper goes through the crowd and a number of heads strain away from the fight to the approaching wrestler. Heads snap back a moment later as Dante tumbles to the ground and groans. and the crowd goes very quiet.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He holds up a hand to the other and spits again, tongue worrying at his tooth, his chest rising and falling rapidly. ~Rom~ "I'm a spiritualist, not a fighter..."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He looks about the crowd eyes instantly finding William there, he does stand -head and shoulders- above the rest, that gleam in his eye, now he would be a fucking challenge. He looks back to Dante "You did good Dante, better than most, good for you."

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): "Now if that were a knife fight, I'd have kicked your ass," he mutters, pushing up to his feet with a wince, one hand rubbing at his tailbone.

Blind: With the stop of the fight voices begin talking again, some apraising the victory, some showing distane for the fight and some speculating on the wrestlers arrival. Even with the conclushion no one seems to be moving off, as though they're waiting for something to happen.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He smiles a real mishievous grin just egging him on really now "I can wait till you grab it and we can go again."

William Halloran: A little frown...fight's over. Nothing for him to get intervene in...he starts to turn away.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He laughs softly. "You think you need to wait?" His hand slides into his right pocket.

William Halloran: A pause, and he turns back. Knife fight? Heee doesn't like the sound of that.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He steps back with that, not in fear but anticipation "You pull it and the stakes change Dante, but by all means go for it, I'll use mitts, you use that and we will see whon wwalks out the park, no hospitals otr shit for me either if your as good as you say."

Blind: the crowd goes quiet again, a number of eyes go wide at Dante and the crowd seems to collectivley take a step back.

William Halloran: "No knife fights," he says, his voice a deep, rumbling bass over the crowd.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): His brow furrows, hand sliding a little far, as if the pocket has no pocket, fingers curling around something against his thigh. He ponders a moment and then shakes his head, pulling his empty hand free. "My brother would kill me if you didn't...And I have this funny feeling that there's far more to you then meets the eye."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: "Remember Dante, if it doesn't hurt it doesn't count." He sticks that piereced tongue out, the guy is a nutter.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): "You're nuts," he says, chuckling, wiping the blood from his lip.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He turns his attention to William "Wanna step up big guy." Was that a challenge, hey Spitfire could make a rep on this man, or get pounded but still his fans would just see it as the Spitfire that took on the mountain, a hero either way.

William Halloran: "Yer not killin' each other in the fuckin' Park." He stares down Bruce, and then looks to Dante.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): "I wasn't going to kill him," he says, grinning slightly, a wicked little gleam hitting his angry eyes.

William Halloran: d10: Cha+Intimidation: 5,4,6,6,6,1,

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He leans over slapping Dantes chin "He is fine." He looks back to William and the crowds. "I heard some of you shouting for a pounding, if any of you think yourself tougher than him then step on up or fuck off."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: d10: Willpower: 2,1,1,8,5,9,9,

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He grunts at the chin slap and spits more blood.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He eyes meet William's, he was a big guy, a small snort, and maybe a shot of nerves run through him though he would never admit it to anyone, this guy had a lot of muscle

Blind: The crowd murmers between Bruces offer and the whole thing really, none the less no one steps forward, and a few from the back begin to peal off, maybe not liking the enviroment that's developing here, or just not the crazys.

William Halloran: "Ya ain't enough to be worth the fuckin' time." He turns to leave again.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): Dante peels away from Bruce and pads curiously towards William, glancing up at him. "The crowd recognized you. Why?"

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He rolls his eyes at the wimps though for once doesn't vocalise it, maybe William did get to him after all. He looks to Dante and watches him wander off, well he just missed his 'postive feedback' moment.

William Halloran: "I ain't exactly the kind to blend into a crowd," he says with a shrug. "An' I wrestle, professionally. Bounce in a bar, too."

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): "Ah. I don't watch television. Ever. At all." He snorts and glances over his shoulder at Bruce. "You comin' prala or the bloodlust still riding you?"

William Halloran: "S'okay. I ain't on TV."

Blind: Most of the crowd seem to take Williams turning to leave as the enod of the matter and begin to go on their ways as before. A few however linger though move a bit more of a distance away.

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): He flushes slightly and scrubs at his cheek. "Hmn...Guess maybe I'm just too new to New York then?"

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He sawggers on up to the pair "It ain't bloodlust just fucking fun, ask him" He points to William "He fights for a living."

Dolores Tuplin: Damned near freezing, and she's got the gall for shorts. Not the hocchie summer look peddled to the barely pubescent - the cutoff jeans that end snugly just above the knee. A backpack is slung over one shoulder, and both hands are put deep into the pockets of her leather jacket - not an especially feminine cut, as it's supposed to be, say, warm. A cigarette hangs unlit from her lips, an object of contemplation.

Dolores Tuplin: Lola stands at about 5'5" and might weigh about 130, not including the boots, pack, or accessories. She's never out of the dorms without a backpack, tote - something to hold her notebooks, laptop, cell phone, random crap. Her tees tend to be snug and and amusing, more or less a match to whatever jeans recycle through a tour of her bedroom floor and laundry hamper. She's unimpressive in her glasses no matter which style they are, with dyed black bitch bangs, shaved dark hair left to barely stubble on most of her head, and perfectly mundane brown yes. She's too healthy looking for it to be fashionable, and the sometimes worn nose piercing is so last decade. Still, she has a quiet girl next door charm about her, disarming and casual. It feels easy to talk to her, and her imperfect grin isn't terribly intimidating, usually. Twenty-something, she has the continued air of a broke-ass student, and the fresh student ID to prove it true. Red string winds around her wrist, and she tends to wear interesting, unusual jewelry pieces. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=25

William Halloran: He swivels his head around, staring down Bruce. "Big difference 'tween me and you. I ain't fightin' in the streets, like some kinda dumbass movie. Yer just a moron...every time I seen ya, yer tryin' to start a fight. One-a these days, I'm gonna finish it, if ya ain't careful."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He laughs at William "Cry me a river you big fucker!" He shakes his head "Maybe I have a death wish, or maybe I just have fun in different ways, you like fighting, you must, big fucker like you, wrestler, bouncer, it's all your good at, you feel you have to do it to fill something up, maybe your over compansating for something, or taking advantage of yout size. If you didn't enjoy it you wouldn't do it, means you have the fire, we all do in different degrees, am you just fucking honest."

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): "Not everyone who fights likes it, prala. Some people do it because they must."

William Halloran: He looks at Bruce, lip curling, and shakes his head. "Maybe ya do have a death wish. Keep it up, maybe we'll find out."

Dolores Tuplin: Her head perks up, out of whatever had been taking up her thoughts for the walk over into the park. Nothing particular yet to notice about it, but there's a crowd dispersing. 'Punctual as ever, rings the sardonic voice in her head. She smirks around the cigarette and heads that way.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He grins that manic grin "Wrestling is all fake, your just a washed up imposter man." He crosses his arms, he is so baiting William.

William Halloran: A roll of his eyes, and a complete lack of respect for Bruce...from the man's stance, he seems to think of Bruce as an ant, or something to scrape off his shoe. "You'd get killed in a wrestlin' ring. Scrawny little punk bitch."

Dante Lacostos (1am 11/25): brb - phone

Dolores Tuplin: d10: Per + Alertness: 8,3,6,9,4,

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He grins "How about we make a match, me verses you, do it for the fans big Willy. Then we will see, maybe you will pound me, maybe I'll surprise you and kick your fucking ass, what do you say, hey even have a ref there, chairs and all, what is it a hardcore match." His eye gleam at the challenge.

William Halloran: He stops, and looks over at him. "Yer serious."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: "Damn fucking right" He is as well. "All legal as you put it."

Dolores Tuplin: Apparently, not at all difficult to find the fuckoff huge guy with a crumpled face. Not hard to place where she'd seen him, either, though it does take a sluggish moment. Lola nudges up her glasses, certain her eyes couldn't be near as bloodshot as the wrestler's. What the hell? She heads generally that way, slipping past the dispersing people, gaze going between the tall man and what seems to be a more genuine punk than she's seen in the whole of her home state.

William Halloran: He looks at the man for a moment...be a good way to shut him up. "Fine...I tell ya what. You wanna keep tryin' ta bring it...I'll shut ya down. When an' where?"

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He grins "Your back yard where else, am sure you can wing it to get me a guest spot on your wrestling shit, I can sign up for all the stuff thats needed, lets do it, you, me the world, I live for this shit!"

Dolores Tuplin: They're already making a show. She just stands back and watches for right now, looking quietly amused. More entertaining than her thoughts, at least.

William Halloran: "No." He shakes his head. "Ya ain't a trained wrestler. Ya get in the ring durin' a show, and yer gonna get killed, and then Eric'll be liable."

Dante Lacostos: The scrawny little rroma sighs, just listening to them.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He hears that and looks real disappointed "What if we do a tester, show you how tough I'am, am not going to fucking die in a wrestling ring." He certainly seem confident in that.

William Halloran: "Ya do a 'tester,' an' if I'm remotely impressed, I'll tell Eric 'bout ya. Let him make the call." That seems to be about as good as he's willing to go.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He nods "Works for me big Will, I only do nights though, am busy during days, if that don't work am sure I can sort us out another arena."

William Halloran: "Fine." He nods. "Whenever you want's good with me. I can't get us access to the ring...wrestlin' school's run at nights. Might be able to find a good spot, though."

Dante Lacostos: He slips quietly off, breaking away without a word to return to the hotel and Jez's warm body.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: "Wrestling hasd a school." Figures "Works for me, you got a number then?"

William Halloran: "Yeah." He rattles off the number.

Dolores Tuplin: A glance aside to the leaving man, and back to the two. Finally she steps forward, shamelessly evedropping before, but hey.. "Going to bother to publicize?" She speaks with the bland lack of accent from the west coast, but...it's odd. Maybe not striking at first, but odd - she actually pronounces and enunciates what she's saying, so that something ends up sounding rather old fashioned about her despite the shaved head, pierced nose, and leather jacket.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He listens grabbing a marker pen from his pocket and writing it on his hand, that grin just widening if anything "I'll be in touch, what night is this fucking school running on?"

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He looks to the side and to Dolores eyes running up and down the girl shamelessly "I fucking hope so, I want folk to see me and him getting a kicking."

William Halloran: "Five nights a week," he says. "Sunday through Thursday, shows on Friday." A glance over at Dolores, eyebrow raised. "Wasn't really plannin' on it...why, you wanna see?"

Dolores Tuplin: She shrugs, nonchalant save for an easygoing half grin. She seems untroubled by the idea of these two butting heads. Also, there's humiliation in being looked at - she doesn't seem to pay much attention to that. "You two make an interesting dynamic. Yeah, I suppose I do. Late night's boring as hell when you're not sleeping."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He nods to her, grinning looking back to William "See, told ya, a crowd pleaser ain't they the best kind." He rocks back and forth like he can't even keep still right.

William Halloran: A look between them, and he shrugs. "Awright. Guess we can try an' letcha know when it happens...this ain't something I wanna let a lotta people know about, though. Usin' the hall...if lotsa people show up, could be taken for a show, an' Eric could get in trouble."

Dolores Tuplin: She holds up her hands before her chest - 'I (heart) Soccer Moms' printed on the shirt beneath - in a gesture of innocence. "My lips are sealed." Usually around the inhaler.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: Now they were getting into specifics, the boring part, but he has noticed this Eric name coming up alot "Why can't it go public, if I survive your little school. Which I will by the way. It's just one match, lets make it golden, or you scared your going to get your ass handed to you and therefore get to save your rep by not having witness's, am more than willing to throw my rep down on the line."

William Halloran: He frowns deply at the man. "No, I'm worried that since it ain't a sanctioned thing--an' trust me, Eric'll never let it happen as part of the show--that if ya get hurt, Eric'll be held liable, and the whole fuckin' promotion'll suffer. 'sides, I ain't really s'pposed to be fightin' outside the ring or my bouncin', anyway."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He rolls his eyes "I'll sign one of them disclaimer things, taking the liabilty on myself, please am not petty enough to sue if I get hurt, fucking pussy's do that, if you start something it has to be finished one way or the other, am no fucking cry baby, you pound my ass, fair play, better man, but the more we talk the more am hearing red tape and excuses. Live for the now, or get old and fade away."

Dolores Tuplin: "So, wait. Why -are- you two bothering..?" A brow perks up over her glasses, removing the unlit cigarette. A glance to the blonde, and she looks amused. Just amused. "Oh. I think I see, now."

William Halloran: "Ain't about red tape and excuses," he mutters, pulling a cigarette and looking out over the railing, to the bay. "S'about keepin' my ass outa jail."

William Halloran: "'cause he won't shut up 'till I do," he answers Dolores.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He throws his hands into the air, where was the sens of adandonment and fun, dead it where it was, deader than him even. He shakes his head clearly had enough with the talking. "What ever, you talk to this Eric, see what he says, if Daddy won't let you play with others then stay indoors. I'll sort a place out."

Dolores Tuplin: "I had a dog like that once. Had a tennis ball a week habit." Ah, the easy amusement. She's not getting quite within arm's each of either of them, but she's casual. The girl next door that happens to shave her head. Right. She pulls her phone out from her back pocket and looks to the bigger one. "And for the tag-along, now - number?"

William Halloran: He lights the smoke and then looks back at Bruce. "Listen, retard. M'sayin' we can do it, just don't try an' promote it like an actual fight. If the lady wants to come, she can...I just don't want a crowd there, awright? I get enough shit as it is from my P.O."

William Halloran: He gives Dolores his cell phone number after exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Dolores Tuplin: She takes a step back out of anybody's way, raising both cold hands under her glasses to rub her eyes, head bowed a little. What, sleepy already? It's just a purple cast under her eyes.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He stops in front of her, almost invading personnel space not that he seems to care at all "Nice get up Soccor mom."

Dolores Tuplin: "Lola, actually," she corrects, uncovering her eyes and straightening her round glasses. She looks at him calmly, unclinching despite the boundary issue. "Soccer moms are just so darn attentive and considerate," she remarks with unsurprising sarcasm that implies a certain something - being in the heat of that sarcasm, however, there's not much chance of it being too terribly serious.

William Halloran: Satsfied, for the moment at least, that Bruce is not going to start trying to beat the hell out of her, he turns away, heading further into the park. Wanting alone time, it seems.

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He grins "Can't say I would know, never had a soccor mom but with that that fucking review I'll put them on my to do list.""

Dolores Tuplin: She glances after him as he's leaving.. but well, conversation right in front of her face, and he's not headbutting her yet. She smirks, rueful. "Take a soccer mom over a drunk co-ed any day. You won't regret the change."

Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason [Last Night]: He looks over his shoulder at William then back to lola "Hey if you want to follow the B.F.G go for it."

Dolores Tuplin: "That might have a higher mortality rate than chasing the dragon." She shrugs. Leather creaks and rustles. "I'm good. So. Suicidal much?"

William Halloran: And he's off, out of sight. ((Thanks for the scene, guys. *Hugs*))