Unarmedjune70smokeslide
It it not long after the finalist bouts are completed before another text comes in with the next location. It is down at Domino's where there is a more formal ring to fight in. The octagon high fence ring awaits for the two contestants without a formal ref to mediate or an announcer to declare. If the two do not know why they are there at this point, the crowd will likely tell them.

Already there is a decent crowd assembled on the bleachers with more coming in, considering the time frame given to get down here. The betting channels are already open with more than one of the shitty trideo projections taking the meat-based bets. Right now it looks like the odds are 2:1 in Slide's favor with a max limit of 10k.

Slide makes his way to Dominos, having fought here a few times before, he is familiar with the ring. He makes his way through the crowds and to the enterance for the ring. He steps inside, then walks across to the other end and turns, leaning up against the wall casually. He appears confident.

Pulse has arrived to watch the fights, himself, the big boxer coming in without disguise. He doesn't lay down any bets, and his expensive suit might arouse trouble… if he was a man of lesser rep, and if he didn't have a large shotgun hanging on a sling. Gotta be careful!

Smoke comes into the Domino's arena, looking about the place carefully and glancing back at Kelris. His eyes are a little wide at the gathered crowd. "Didn't expect to get here my friend." He takes a drag on his cigarette and exhales, "You seen Anjali around, it'd be nice if my teacher was here?" He makes his way down toward the ring, head turning to look at the odds screen.

Johnny slides in like the dark side of a shadow, his hat pulled low and his armored jacket pulled close. A cigarette trails a miasma of white-blue smoke behind him as he moves, a red glow illuminating, faintly, his eyes in a red glow. He steps down the stairs in to the underground coliseum, curious what current crop of kiddies are battling for the ever heavy crown that denotes one as 'the best'.

Vixen shadows Pulse's arrival also just to watch. Though her palms and toes are itching for a little action, she glances at Pulse, "You gonna place any bets?" Her gaze moves over the respectable crowd looking for familiar faces.

Kelris extends his left hand to give Smoke a clap on the back, and a grin. "You'll be fine. I'll keep a look out for her." He says, opening his arms to offer the man a hug, before he needs to head in. "Good luck, tahashia."

Pulse folds his arms as he finds a spot. "No," he says. "I don't think I will. Although the odds favor Slide, and he works for my brother… I don't know much about his opponent." He pauses. "Still. This has been a good proving ground for the young talent."

Vixen fingers a large wad of cash and looks over at the board, "So who is Slide fighting?" She wonders craning her neck and hopping up and down a bit cause everyone around her is so much taller than she is.

Johnny leans up on the railing now, puffing on the cigarette and watching the people as they assemble. This should be interesting. He grunts, watching the way people swirl and mingle. The crowd forming around the Pulse, the wannabe's, the also-rans, the betting men and the oddskeepers. It's its own little microcasm of the universe right here.

The doorway is silouetted momentarily with a large meta form moving through it. The rolling gait of a troll rocking the beat forms into the features of Hardy as he makes his way into the fight den. A cigar is half gone, clenched in his mouth and wedged against a tusk. He raises his chin in a unspoken 'sup' to those he knows and nods respectfully to those he recognizes but hasnt met. Rep has its due after all.

The ganger troll makes his way through the crowd to a place not far from the ring where he sets up camp. Noting he knows both the combatants he looks to the odds and reads, shaking his head slowly and considering a wager.

Smoke nods to his friend and takes a last drag on his cigarette, passing it off to him and then hugging the man with a smokey exhale. "Well lets see how this works out, I feel pretty good." he grins at the man and looks around for Anjali, seeing several other faces he knows. Then he takes a deep clear breath and heads up to the opening of the ring. He sheds his greatcoat but slips a pair of shades out of his pocket. He looks over at Slide, looks at his shades and then goes ahead and puts them on.

Slide chuckles softly "Sorry man, I havent gotton new bulbs installed yet, you can lose the shades if you want." he grins and straightens up from the side, stepping closer towards the center of the ring, he turns his body and steps into a defensive fighting stance. "Ready whenever you are." he remarks.

Kelris takes the burning rod between two fingers and holds it off to the side while squeezing, and then patting the man's back. "Have fun." He says with a slightly risen voice, just as Smoke starts for the ring. Holding the cigarette to the side, he works his way to the spectating area, finding a place close to the octagon.

Hardy reaches into his coat and pulls out a bottle of Steelhead beer and pops the top behind a tusk. He spits the cap into a palm and slides it into a pocket for later. The brew is slightly warm, kind of like the crowd right now, promising only to get warmer with time. The troll moves close enough to see easily into the ring, but tries block as few views from behind him as possible. He raises a fist and pumps it in the air as he takes a pull on the beer, his maw going into a wide grin as his obvious excitement grows.

Smoke nods and takes the shades off, tossing them quickly onto the pile that is his coat. He rolls his neck a few times and whirls his arms while hopping on the balls of his feet. He seems pretty relaxed, his eyes scanning the crowd one last time, hoping. but then shrugging his shoulders some and turning to face his opponent.

Slide maintains his defensive posture, a bit relaxed in style, but you can see his fingers twitch slightly as he anticpates the first move and prepares himself for it. "Lets get this over with then." he remarks.

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Pulse peers. "I think he's fighting smoke, but I'm not sure. This should be interesting." He elbows one of the hangers-on near him, "Bring me a beer. I want it before this fight's over.'
Johnny leans on the side of the tank now, looking down. No superflash. Meh. Kids and their gimmicks. Back in his day, if you wanted to blind a man, you did it the old fashioned way.
With your thumbs.

Slide maintains his defensive posture, ready to hold this all day long if need be. He watches his opponent, only turning to keep him in his field of vision.

Smoke bounces on the balls of his feet in his heavy boots. He keeps his breathing steady and even, looking at his opponent closely. He sees that the man is going to play full defensive and begins to move in toward the middle of the ring.

Vixen starts to chew on a nail, "I can't believe Smoke is fighting." She looks a little nervous. "When did he get good enough?" She pats Pauly on the shoulder, "I'm gonna get a little closer."

Johnny leans over to murmur to Vixen. "He didn't. This is kindergarten."

Hardy frowns as the dancing begins between the two in the ring. He has never been a fan of the dancing and posturing before a fight, preferring the straight up in yoour face brawler style. A nostril twitch and one hand smoothes down his cornrows in a series of impatient gestures. Another pull on the beer appears to be in order and he takes an extra few swallows while the action hopefully gets hot.

Vixen chuckles a bit at Johnny's words. "Gotta start somewhere I suppose." She weaves her way through the crowd trying to get as close to the ring as possible.

Slide shakes his head "Alright….well, let me ask this…are you going to attack me or will we stand here all night?"

«Plot» Slide says, "Holding action, full defense….again"

Kelris crosses his arms at his middle, tilting his head to the right and relaxing in to watch, as they begin to circle. Patiently observing.

Pulse shakes his head as he watches. "SOMEONE THROW A PUNCH!" He shouts. "COME ON!"

Pulse grunts something at Johnny.

Vixen eyes the two fighters and shouts, "Don't let him rush ya Smoke!"

Pulse mutters to Johnny, "… … … … … dead yet?"

Johnny mutters to Pulse, as he puffs the cigarette. "Ever tried to kill someone with a .22? Ain't for lack of trying, omae…"

"Odds are in your favor sir. I think that means you are supposed to be good at this." he smiles and circles getting closer. His posture stays the same, but now he has the center of the ring. He sees that his opponent is obviously not going to attack him and rely on counterpunching. He moves in and prepares to attack.

Hardy grins at the shout from Pulse and nods, taking another long pull on the big bottle of beer. "Jeah omae kick his hoop!" Who knows which one he was yelling to or for, does it matter?

The troll starts to get more animated as his impatience for the fight to get moving grows.

Slide simply turns in place, watching Smoke, and maintaining his defensive stance.

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Johnny gestures to the fight. "That one. Whats his name… uh.." he snaps his fingers once, then twice… "Lube… oil… greasy… friction.. Slide. Thats it. Slide. He hangs back and fights like a bitch, all defense and waiting for the guy to come in to him. It's a decent tactic, but it makes for a boring ass fight to watch."

A pause then as he gestures to Smoke. "Cancerstick there, he's all offense. Look at the form, the poise. He doesn't know what to do with a turtle. So he's gonna try to flip it over and get a broken jaw for his effort. Turtles pack a mean punch."

Smoke moves in and takes a probing jab at the man, right arm snapping forward to see how quick he is and how his stance shifts. He keeps his feet moving, watching for a further opening.

Slide easily steps to the side and deflects the jab with a minor hand movement, not even expending that much energy to redirect the blow away from him. "Not bad." he remarks.

«Plot» Slide says, "Holding Action, init pass 2, Full Defense"

Pulse watches the fight. "Fought people like Slide before. It's effective, but it's annoying. I used to take one on the jaw just so they'd think they started something, then whip them when they tried to press it."

He folds his arms. "Or I'd score a few soft blows, get ahead on points, and wait for them to come to me. In a boxing match. On the street? I'd shoot 'em."

«Plot» Smoke says, "Attacking, close combat"

Vixen watches as the two combatants merge together and nods in approval at the conservative nature of Smoke's attack. "Herd him! Put his back into the corner!"

Johnny chuckles quietly. "Yeah. Turtles usually don't take well to high impact kenetic energy projectiles from long range."

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Smoke takes another poke at the man and watches again at his speed. The man seems to be able to dodge him freely. He shrugs, resets his head and starts circling again.

Pulse tilts his head. "Interesting. Slide's movements are… incredible. Upper-end techniques… but they're disjointed, almost as if he's not thinking about what he's doing. Rote muscle memory, no upper brain function."

Slide responds with another defenisve maneuver, and steps into a new position, still watching Smoke, judging the nature of his attacks. "Your not trying hard enough." he remarks to the man.

"You're not trying at all." Hoots someone in the crowd.

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Johnny grunts a nod. "Slide's got wires, from what I hear. Jam his wires and he's a fat kid in 3rd grade."

Viktor Tsoy pulls out a low end creditstick and joins the action. He slides it in the pocsec, making a bet over the LAN. 50y on the bold guy. When action picks up, he jacks into the pocsec, to watch local replays, slow mo and all that trix handy gravy that is much better than real life.

Hardy frowns at the first exchanges, not being what he had hoped for. He downs the rest of his beer in disgust and then fishes in his jacket pockets, finds a fresh brew and repeats the process of opening the new beer. Looking around for a trash can and not finding one, the big troll slides the empty beer bottle under one foot and wedges it there on the floor out of the way. The new soldier raises to his lips and is put on the path of its brother towards an empty demise. At the last exchange of probing attacks the troll shouts "Cmon joo fraggers! Hit em!!"

Pulse ahs, seeming to think it over. "I wonder… i wonder if I could market a set of wires based on my skills. I already have some chips… have you tried 'one night in Paris,' yet? It was a bestseller. I mean, she was loose as a ten gallon sack on a two inch prick, but at least her tits were nice. And I think they tightened her up for the simsense."

Johnny eyes Pulse for a moment. He debates something then admits… "YEah. Good chip, nice tits. Didn't care for the scotch. You need to work on your flavor sim."

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Smoke bobs back and then moves in his left leg lashing out to strike at his opponent's knee. He spins and comes back into his stance. His face remains impassive.

Johnny chuckles, pointing. "You see that? That was -all- him. Sloppy sloppy there… like a rabbit lookign at an oncoming truck. Too smooth, too fluid to be wires."

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Pulse says "Yeah, but the kid just exposed himself…"
Johnny nods. "Thats the turtle for you."
Vixen calls out as Smoke goes for the kick, "Watch yourself! Don't let em goad you!" She prowls the edge of the arena studying Slide's style and lookin for holes, and as she expected Slide goes for the attack while Smoke is still vulnerable.

Slide steps forward quickly, moving from defense to offense finally, he takes advantage of the exposed position to rush forward and throw a blow at the man, aiming for a kill shot he throws whatever he has into a punch to the head……stragenly, his fist doesnt exactly connect with smokes head, there is….resistance.

Pulse winces as he sees the blow slide through the opening, expecting a killshot here…

Vixen looks a bit surprised at the net result of Slide's attack, "Wow." She tilts her head and nods, "Well he ain't called Smoke fer nuthin." She chuckles a bit.

Smoke rolls back with the blow, arm coming up and partially deflecting the punch. Fate takes care of the rest. His body slips to the side as well, his footwork paying off. He keeps his breath steady and moves in for his own attack.

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Johnny raises an eyebrow, watching the hit come in and seem to encounter resistance. He chuckles then, tapping the ash off his cigarette. "Smoke's got a defensive spell on him, unless Ares perfected its magneto-shield, which I highly doubt. It's subtle, but its good. I don't think that unless something goes wrong, that slide can hurt him. This is gonna be a whole lot of boring as shit."

Hardy cheers as he sees Slide finally go on the offensive. He narrows his eyes and frowns at the unexpected result, shaking his head and pointing at the ring. "Dat ain right…whut tha frag…" He takes a look at his beer bottle, wondering if there is a way it could have been spiked or something. He overhears Johnny reference the spell and spits on the floor, "Fraggin finga wagglin fraggin up a gud fight…"

Johnny eyes Hardy then. "Are they? Slide's not fighting, his cyberware is. Is that fair? This is a fight of who's got what tricks, not any kind of skill. This is -pathetic-."

Vixen remembers the time Smoke faught an ice drake and won. At the time, the only martial arts he knew was flailing. It worked well for him. She scratches the back of her head a bit and calls out, "Get em Smoke!"

Pulse snorts. "Good damn call, if that's the case. Slide pulled some superflashes out in the last fight… looks like someone brought around some insurance. Still, I've never found a spell -I- can't punch through."

Hardy looks to Johnny and nods, "Shame dat, I fought dis wuz gon be a straight up fight, guess not." The big troll seems disappointed, taking another drink from his beer and then looking around at the crowd, suddenly more interested in it than the actual fight.

A grin spreads across Kelris's face until it's thrusting into a bruise that dominates his left cheek, seeing Smoke take the punch. He's quiet, but he rocks onto his heels and bounces once as he watches.

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Slide moves in quickly, this time, he is not looking to strike his opponent, only to grab him, hoping that a pin will give him victory where his strength will fail him.

Smoke stops him cold with a front kick, his foot lashing forward. The blow catches the man in the stomach, but with not all that much force behind it. Smoke starts hopping on the balls of his booted feet.

Vixen cheers, "That a way!"

Pulse's eyes widen a little. "Wow. Couple blows exchanged, and nobody's limping yet. Better fight than I figured…"

Johnny comments… "Slides running with some kind of pain dampening, I betcha. This is good info to have, if I ever gotta fight Slide myself… Maybe a spell. I know he got a lot of work done with the Aged Witch a while back…"

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Hardy nods to Johnny, "Jeah dat makes sense omae.." The new exchange bringing the troll's attention back to the fight as Slide attacks. He grins as the bald man strikes home and pumps his fist, "About time sum wun connected dere….nice shot.."

Slide steps in and starts throwing rapid fire blows, all his moves are precise and calculated, as if they are performed by an expert. He manages to get in a few good blows.

Johnny watches the exchange… "Okay. Now smoke's coming to life. This is good… I wonder how long slide's processors can hold out. Wires aint' designed for long term fights. I saw a guy back in Essen get in a long fight, but after about 5 minutes, the other guy realized the first guy's wires were using the same basic defenses."

Smoke blocks with elbows and rolls his body to the right, his armor taking the impacts rather well. He takes a hopping step back after the exchange. His fists going back into position, body slouching forward.

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Pulse grunts. "Never fought anybody with wires, myself. That I know of. I don't know… maybe with some training, Slide could really unlock their potential. He's as fast as me, at least."

Slide steps back from Smoke "Alright, I recommend a tie here. We could be at this for hours, and the crowds going to get angry."

Johnny laughs… "You only offer a tie when you don't think you can win." He raises his beer. "KICK SOME ASS! LESS TALKEN, MORE MEAT SLAPPEN!"

Smoke looks at him and says, "No, I came to finish this." He circles and then comes around from the right, waiting for the correct moment.

«Plot» Smoke says, "Holding action as well"

Slide shakes his head, turning to keep Smoke in view "Then finish it, if your that confident. Your skill isnt enough to hurt me, and you've got something protecting you, so I cant hurt you. Its a draw."

«Plot» Slide says, "Holding Action, full defense"

"Not all fights are over after ten seconds!" calls Kelris.

Johnny points at Kelris. "YOUR MOMMA SAID SHE WASN'T GONNA TELL TALES! DAMNIT! I HAVE A -CONDITION!-"

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Smoke takes another snapping punch at the man, shoulders rolling. It is obviously another probing attack. he looking for his opening. His gloves are sweat filled and he is breathing harder now. But he isn't giving up.

Slide deflects the blow once more, this time with pure skill alone, not having to resort to fancy footwork.

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Slide moves in close to Smoke, and throws a few feints and then tries an elbow to the head.

Pulse puts hands up to his mouth. "COME ON, SLIDE! KNOCK HIM DOWN! KNOCK HIM DOWN and THEN BEAT ON HIM!"

Vixen watches this fight and nods moving back towards Pauly now. Once she's near the boxer she states, "Its a whittling contest." She shrugs, "Neither fighter really can hurt the other. At least not right away. Maybe a little bitty bruise at a time." She chuckles and looks around for a beer. "Where'd ya get the suds?"

Viktor Tsoy gets some still of the fight, doing some quick and dirty enhancements, like bone spikes and flaming dragon fists. He throws it all on the LAN, interrupted by some commercials for anabolic steroids, Kamikaze combat jooce and orange tipped .50 rounds. Sword, flames and glory… to the brave. Searching through some music files he gets a sound track going, something loud, noisy, trashy… punk it up.

Smoke counters, one arm coming up to drive his forearm into the man's blow and lashing forward with his other fist to strike him in the gut. He grunts at the impact of the arms, but also feels his blow do little to no damage.

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Slide takes avantage of his speed to move in again, throwing a flurry of rapid fire blows at Smoke, lefts, rights, even a knee thrown at one point to try to hit the man.

Smoke moves as quickly as he can, all defensive this time. Just blocking each attempt to get through to him. When a fist does get in his armor takes it.

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Slide continues to press his speed advantage, throwing a flury of blows and fients at Smoke, trying to at least force the man to make some kind of mistake.

Vixen watches this exchange closely. "Ohhhh he's goin for it!" She waits to see if there was enough power behind Smoke's counter to do any damage to the tricksy Slide. The woman groans a bit and steals Pulse's beer taking a nice big swallow.

Smoke rolls with the assault and then plants his foot hard and swings an uppercut into the man's ribs as hard as he can. He mumbles some sort of Sioux word as his fist makes contact. But once again the man weathers the blow. Sweat drips steadily down his face now and he shakes his head sending it flying away from his vision.

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Smoke circles again but this time darts forward and slams a kick into Slide's knee, he completes the rotation as he feels the impact of the blow. Hopping again on the balls of his feet as he sweats, and somehow knowing that some of that one finally got through.

Slide winces at the blow, finally feeling the pain through the attacks, he grins and steps back, shrugging slightly "That one actually hurt."

Vixen cheers, "There ya go! Nice one!"

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Slide fights through the pain, throwing more rapid attacks at the other man, he manages a few blows despite the injuries that he has sustained from the other man, its simply a war of attrition here, and Slide knows which way its going to go.

Smoke counters again, his body heaving for breath but liking the burn in his lungs for some reason. His sweat smells like nicotine. This time he isn't completely successful but his armor handles the blow well.

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Slide contiues to try to take advantage of his speed, firing off another series of rapid fire blows, but not making any impacts this time, he is starting to slow a bit though, fatigue and wounds taking its toll on him.

Smoke counters again, this time blocking blows and shifting for position to go for the man's knee again. He heaves for breath and feels the left jab connect but without effect.

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Vixen yells encouragement, "Come on Smoke. WOooHooo!" As she drinks Pauly's beer.

Vixen hands Pauly back an empty bottle.

Pulse grins at the woman. "Looks like your buddy's winning… pity. Slide works for my brother. Now I'll have to murder smoke."

Smoke thunders a kick to Slide's knee and gives a shout as the impact feels solid. He rotates with the kick and comes down on both feet. He feels that wonderful burn on his foot and shim from the blow. His eyes center on the man now.

Slide grimaces as the blow hits, and staggers back, limping slightly, he raises one hand towards Smoke and shakes his head "Thats it, you got me, no point waiting for me to kiss the floor."

Vixen grins at Pauly, "Then I'll have ta murder you. So much bloodshed over a lil fight. Not worth it." She nods, "Buy me a beer omae and we'll drink to a good fight." She chuckles, "Or at least a long one." She turns to see Slide throw in the towel and hoots, "Well done!" Slamming her boots into the floor in raucaus applause.

Smoke looks at him, hands still raised up to defend for the next attack. The fight having become an incredibly long ordeal. He shakes the sweat out of his face and stares at the man. He nods, pointing to the entrance of the ring. "You have a good night Slide. It was a good fight."

Pulse's eyes widen. "WHAT THE HELL?" He shouts, ignoring vixen for a moment. "NOONE WALKS AWAY FROM A PIT FIGHT!"

Smoke raises his arms in victory, watching his opponent closely. He wonders how the crowd will respond.

Slide nods and lowers his hand, then starts to limp towards the exit, though he does keep his distance from Smoke, and his eye on him, not entirely trusting him to let him walk away. He glances over at Pulse, and shakes his head, still heading for the exit.

Pulse mutters. "Glad I didn't bet on that fight," he says.

A single, thunderous clap sounds from Kelris's hands after the snap of Smoke's kick, and he watches, as it's declared finished. The native circles towards the exit of the ring to greet the victor, and give him back his cigarette.

Vixen chuckles, "Woulda bet on Slide?"

Smoke looks around the crowd, not having expected to get this far and lets the feeling of it all wash over him. He takes one walk around the ring, imprinting it in his mind and then moves toward the ring's exit. He looks at Kelris, "Hey you are still holding my cigarette butt. That was something huh. He was tricky as hell."

Vixen grins and moves towards Smoke to congratulate him on a great fight.

Pulse says "Gotta represent the family," he says, shrugging. "And -then- i'd have to wreak terrible vengeance." He steps forward now, pushing his way through smaller men so he can push a hand towards SMoke, himself. "Well done," he says. "You survived!"

Kelris beams a grin at Smoke, reaching out to slap the man's left shoulder once, just before he slides off to the side, to allow the other, coming congratulators. "That was terrible." Kelris repeats to his friend, calming his smile to a smirk, and tucking his hands away.

Vixen laughs, "I never doubted it for a second. Man has the luck of the Irish and keeps his head."

There is an incoming text on Smoke's comm unit with GPS coordinates and nothing more.

Smoke looks at Vixen and nods to her, "I remember the mountain." He then turns to Pulse and grasps the famous fighter's hand. "Yeah, thanks you. That was intense." He smiles and crouches to pick up his coat and glasses. "I uh, man…just…thank you." He looks at all three of them and says, "I need some water I think."

Pulse squeezes Smoke's hand in a powerful grip. "You're a good fighter. Come down to my gym when you have the chance. I'd like to test your paces myself." He grins, squeezing again, and then lets it go. "Get a beer, instead. You'll feel better."

Smoke tries to give back as good as he gets with the handshake, grinning. Then he picks up his coat and fishes his buzzing pocsec out. He looks at the GPS coordinates and then looks around. "Yeah a beer sounds good but I end up not being able to stop and then my totem gets all pissed off. Water and a cig will do it for me."

Kelris chuckles, turning his head, and giving a nod to Pulse, before waving towards the exit. "Wanna get dinner? You'll buy." He suggests with a wry grin, hoping the shaman took enough to the face that he isn't as sharp anymore.

Pulse peers at Smoke. "All right, man. Stay chill." He slugs Vixen on the shoulder. "I'ma gonna head back to the gym. Need to get back to my workout… spent enough time watching the kids."

Smoke looks at Pulse, "I will come down. I would love to spar." he then looks at Vixen.

Then Smoke looks at Kelris and Vixen and says, well I gotta go to some coordinates. Like I think for the wrap up and pay.

Pulse nods. "Don't get murdered in your sleep by vengeful mobsters, or gangers looking to still your cash!" He laughs, sharply, and then heads out.

Kelris gives a slow nod, furrowing his brows, and then shrugging. "Want me to come? 'Case someone wants to shoot you. I'm sure quite a few people lost some money on that."

Then Smoke looks at Kelris and Vixen and says, "Well I gotta go to some coordinates. Like I think for the wrap up and pay. Wanna come along?" He fishes out a cigarette and his lighter. He flicks the wheel and takes a deep drag. "After that I need to find out where Anjali got to."

Vixen nods to Pauly, "Have a good night Pauly." She glances at Smoke, "Pay for tonight?"

Smoke nods to Vixen, "There was a prize. I have to go to a certain address. Come on it shouldn't take long. I have Kelris with me on my bike, you have your van? I could use some backup just in case." he starts heading to the door.

Vixen adds, "Never kick yer opponent if he can retaliate." She gives one piece of advice that seems to stand out in her mind about the fight. "Leaves you all vulnerable…" She nods to Smoke and say's, "Sure omae. I got my bike actually."

Smoke heads out with Kelris and Vixen and gets on his bike, heading toward the GPS coordinates on his pocsec. The wind in his face is refreshing compared to the sweat of the ring.

"Unless you can take the hammer to the head." Kelris disagrees, grinning towards the gal. "I think that wasn't all too bad. The guy spent a lot of energy trying to end it, right then." He says, turning to follow them out.

Vixen nods in agreement to that, "Yeah. I suppose the fact that Smoke could take whatever he dish out made the kick worth while."

The coordinates lead to a simple alleyway along two broken down tenant buildings. The sound of loud squatters echo along the cool night air the closer to the coordinates one gets. Making no attempt at hiding, a man stands in the alleyway with a briefcase. He has a full brown leather trenchcoat on and one of those long fedoras that hides all but his lips— which are thin and beget his white skin.

Smoke drops the kick stand on the bike and gets off. He looks at Kelris, "If it goes south, just cover me or something." He pats his friend on the shoulder. He then smiles at the man in the fedora and approaches.

Kelris snickers at the suggestion and returns the pat to Smoke's side, climbing up off, and tucking his hands into his pockets as he follows close, keeping an eye on their surroundings after he gives the stranger a fair smile.

Kelris acts all tough-bodyguard like.

No words are spoken. The man simply raises the briefcase up for Smoke to see and sets it down on the ground. Two steps back are taken, and he turns around to head further into the dark alleyway.

"Either you're rich or it's a bomb." Kelris nods… and takes a couple steps back.

Smoke assenses the briefcase momentarily and then looks at the darkness. "Send me a text when it is on again." he says after the man.

The briefcase looks completely mundane. The man has faded into the darkness— if there is a non-verbal response, it is not seen.

Smoke picks up the case then and looks at Kelris, "Alright, well. I had no idea following you to watch a fight would lead to this. Next time you get to win." he laughs and motions for his buddy to get on the bike. He doesn't look in the case, just getting on the bike and gunning the engine. They pull out and head towards home."

Kelris climbs on the back of the bike and takes the briefcase, if let, so that the driver doesn't have to keep hold of it as they leave the area.
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