08-26-2021, 02:18 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: andale mono; font-size: 6.5pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; color: #484a4d"]The first fighters stepped into the ring, and Teddy bellowed a laugh. He gave them a solid round of an applause, pleased grin on his face whilst he watched all preparations take place. Perhaps he appeared somewhat too thrilled in anticipation of the sport, but it wasn’t the sport itself which invigorated him; it was the roar of the crowd that had Teddy reeling. This was exactly what he’d been dreaming of for years — eyes flitting between Badlanders and guests, all together as they placed bets on who’d win this very fight. If Teddy was to place his money on one fighter this round, it would probably be on Nikolai. He had rarely lost a fight ever since he first joined The Badlands, and any lost fight was certainly a close call.
The bell rang and, next thing, the fight was in full swing. When Teddy wasn’t fixated on the result of the fight, he glanced around at nearby bookmakers, doing exactly what they did best. Fight nights like these are what attracted guests to The Badlands where they’d eventually become trapped in the glorious nightlife that they offered. That was power. That was power; not an iron fist, but allowing them to believe that they were in control. His attention was diverted as the Beilschmidt brothers approached. ❝ Mais… You want to fight? ❞ Teddy inquired, quirking a brow as he observed the man’s frame. He was tall and muscular and, whilst Teddy wasn’t sure how he would hold up in a fight, Axel surely looked the part. ❝ Next fight, they need an opposition. You ready to make your debut? ❞
The bell rang and, next thing, the fight was in full swing. When Teddy wasn’t fixated on the result of the fight, he glanced around at nearby bookmakers, doing exactly what they did best. Fight nights like these are what attracted guests to The Badlands where they’d eventually become trapped in the glorious nightlife that they offered. That was power. That was power; not an iron fist, but allowing them to believe that they were in control. His attention was diverted as the Beilschmidt brothers approached. ❝ Mais… You want to fight? ❞ Teddy inquired, quirking a brow as he observed the man’s frame. He was tall and muscular and, whilst Teddy wasn’t sure how he would hold up in a fight, Axel surely looked the part. ❝ Next fight, they need an opposition. You ready to make your debut? ❞
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .