Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening
Ghanima had been there for a few hours before club started to work out on the bags, and was now the image of serene composure as she watched people trickle in. "Good evening," she called out cheerfully. "You're here to work on your scrapping. We're here to oblige you. Isn't it nice how that works?"
Tyler's body was tight. He wasn't pulling off pep today. "I know some of you have heard about a conflict last week," he said. "If you haven't, ask the person next to you. They could probably make up something more entertaining. If you have, and you have questions about what happened, ask me." He paced a few steps, rubbing his lips. "We have a list of rules. They're posted right over there. But really it comes down to: Don't be a jerk, and be willing to lose. That's all we ask." He looked into the crowd. "I'm trusting you to understand that."
"Part of fight club is about trust," Ghanima continued calmly. "Trust in yourself and your partner, and check your ego at the door."
"Now, you and you. You. With her. Leto if you're here, oblige Mr. Durden." She turned to Tyler with an impish grin. "Want to pick the last two?"
"New guy," Tyler said, gesturing to Jim Kirk. "And you. Don't break him in half. Leto, I'll be on the mat."
Mingle \ Beginners & Training Section \ Open Sparring \ RNG Fights \ Talk to the Organizers \ OOC
[Wait for the OCD or get smacked down! OCD is ready, go hit each other instead.]
Tyler's body was tight. He wasn't pulling off pep today. "I know some of you have heard about a conflict last week," he said. "If you haven't, ask the person next to you. They could probably make up something more entertaining. If you have, and you have questions about what happened, ask me." He paced a few steps, rubbing his lips. "We have a list of rules. They're posted right over there. But really it comes down to: Don't be a jerk, and be willing to lose. That's all we ask." He looked into the crowd. "I'm trusting you to understand that."
"Part of fight club is about trust," Ghanima continued calmly. "Trust in yourself and your partner, and check your ego at the door."
"Now, you and you. You. With her. Leto if you're here, oblige Mr. Durden." She turned to Tyler with an impish grin. "Want to pick the last two?"
"New guy," Tyler said, gesturing to Jim Kirk. "And you. Don't break him in half. Leto, I'll be on the mat."
Mingle \ Beginners & Training Section \ Open Sparring \ RNG Fights \ Talk to the Organizers \ OOC
[Wait for the OCD or get smacked down! OCD is ready, go hit each other instead.]