Idol [VS] Bianca

[York]

THE CHAMP WANTS YOU

If you're tired of feeling sorry for yourself, tired of being looked down on, tired of society spitting on you whenever you show your face, then this is the opportunity for you!

The Openweight Champion of the world and professional wrestler extraordinaire, Adrian Idol, is challenging YOU to show the world what your are made of! If you think your fighting style is worth a hill of beans, then step into the ring at the Higgins Gym and prove it against a REAL Champion. No cowards, wimps, tea-drinkers, or  inverte invertab inverter spineless babies allowed. Real Hardnuts only.

Once you enter the domain of the champion, you pit limb and life and life and limb on the line. And for what you may ask? Why for the richest prize under the sun. Huh? The What Piece? No No, this is the Worlds Openweight Championship Belt, man! For the right to reign supreme over all of god’s creations, you put your mind, body, and soul to the ultimate test! From the smallest of insects to the mightiest of sea kings, they will have no choice but to bow their heads when the champ comes around.

Heavy is the crown, and if you’ve got what it takes to pry it from the toughest hands in the world and make something out of your sad life, then the Higgins Gym is the place to be, Adrian Idol is the man to beat, and TODAY IS THE NEW DAWN OF YOUR FUTURE!

Idol carefully arranged a table of digestive crackers and coffee in the corner of the gym. With the eyes watching him, and the feet tapping behind him, there was not much time to arrange everything properly, and he was left to tear open packages and carelessly upend boxes of crackers onto the plate below. Some broke, but that was the price to pay for oversleeping and not preparing anything beforehand. If these people were willing to try their hand against his professional wrestling abilities, the least he could do would be to provide them snacks while they waited.

“Alright, help yourselves while you wait,” he said to the two men looking over his shoulder, both immediately going for the snacks the first chance they had. Striding for the ring, Idol approached a smaller table at ringside, adorned with a decorative vase, a ring bell, and a brass plated championship belt. He cleared his throat before raising the belt over his head, his gaze affixed to his challenger in the ring. Currently in the ring was a stout man wearing small boxing gloves and shorts pulled up beyond his naval, with his own gaze affixed on the belt Idol held in his hands.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limits. Victory is decided by knockout or submission only. Challenger, are you ready?” The boxer bounced from one foot to another, throwing rapid punches to the air and smacking his fists together before giving a vigorous nod. “Perfect.” Placing the belt on the ringside table, Idol raised the small hammer by the bell and raised it high. “It’s Showtime!”

DING! DING! DING!

[Jade]

"Didn't think you were the type to take this type of..." the lanky man, wearing a messy button-up shirt partially tucked into his dress pants and an unbuttoned vest, raised his right hand and the lit cigarette between his fingers in the air and spun them about a couple of times while he looked for the right word. "Bait, Bi."

The white-haired woman in her sharp black suit and white tie closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. Just behind her, Thomas slapped the poster he'd been tasked with carrying around with the back of the hand he'd been gesturing with and laughed. "I mean, really? Most of this stuff is clearly just trying to get a rise out of people! Hell, I'd say one of these was added specifically to get under your skin - what'd you do to piss off this 'Idol' character for him to insult 'tea-drinkers'?"

"Have you worked this out of your system yet, Thomas?"

"Hell no!" He laughed again, and then glanced down at the poster again as he struggled to regain his composure. "Ha... Oh, I think this is the place?" Thomas looked up from the poster and placed his cigarette in his mouth to take a drag as he looked at the gymnasium they were approaching. "Yeah, it's gotta be. But c'mon, Bi, you can't be serious about this..."

"Of course I am," Bianca said flatly. She came to a stop and started to turn about to face Thomas - and then paused, and simply continued forward without another word of explanation. "Come now, we do not want to be too late."

Thomas let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding with a puff of smoke. "Yeah, yeah... Not like we're dressed more for a business meeting than to walk into a gym or anything, no, just going to waltz right in and act like this is all a bunch of very serious business, totally..." He grumbled, scuffed the heel of his shoe against the sidewalk, and then made his way after his employer as she made her way toward the front door the establishment indicated on the challenge poster they'd stumbled upon.

[York]

Idol was amazed at just how fast this challenger’s arms and hands were, were it not for his relatively short wingspan, Idol may have been knocked out in seconds. As Idol circled the stout boxer, looking for an opening, it became clear that getting close was not an immediate option. Stepping into his zone was guaranteed to go badly if Idol didn’t think of something quick.

“Boo! Come on, get on with it!”

“Boring! Boooorinng! Finish ‘em of Barry.”

These jeers, emanating from mouthfuls of crackers were not doing Idol any favors. “Alright, if that's what you want, I’ll get on with it then.” Raising both hands, Idol took a single step towards the man called Barry. Barry’s eyes glinted as Idol entered his range, and immediately, he unleashed a series of rapid punches aimed at the champion’s blonde head.

Idol raised his arms to cover his head from a knockout blow, only to have his foolishness punished with a hard punch straight to the abdomen. At least, that is what would have happened if Idol were a fool, and not an experienced fighter with years of experience taking gut punches.

From the gap between his upheld arms, Idol saw the punch telegraphed a mile away, and masterfully, gracefully even, stepped to the side to let the fist fly through air. With his opening now found, Idol dropped to a knee and wrapped his arms tightly around Barry’s large midsection. Elbows came for his head to get him to loosen his grip, but by then, Idol had stood up to his full height and it was too late.

Planting the balls of his feet and bending at his knees, Idol lifted the heavyweight boxer off the ground and fell backwards to deliver his often-imitated-but-never-duplicated Gotch Suplex. A loud SLAM echoed through the gym as the challenger hit the ring’s hard floor, neck and shoulders first as Idol bridged beautifully from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. With a loud exhale, Idol rolled over to his knees and crawled over to his opponents’ face, looking into his eyes to see if the will to continue fighting was there. It wasn’t. He smirked.

“We have a knockout!” Idol announced, slipping out of the ring and ringing the bell at ringside. Raising his World Openweight championship belt over his head, Idol hooped and hollered as he did a celebratory lap around the ring.

“Alright, you crackerjacks,” Idol said to the men that came with the Boxer called Barry, who had meandered over from the snack table to pull their unconscious friend out of the ring. “If you’re done stuffing your faces, I got an empty ring and a free schedule. Which one of you wants to go next? Huh? Who wants to live forever here?”

[Jade]

Bianca stepped through the door into the gymnasium and looked around only as long as it took her to identify the man who had put the posters out - shouting something about a knockout and holding a garish belt over his head. Thomas followed her in, one hand on the blade sheathed at his hip and the other holding his cigarette in his mouth; he took a better look about the space, gently nodding his head as he took everything in.

"Which one of you wants to go next?"

"Good day, Mr. Idol." The woman in white doffed her black hat, holding it by its top, and gave the man in the ring a polite smile. "I saw one of your posters while I was walking about town. If you are so confident in your own perceived skill in combat as your challenge would suggest, I would be... Interested in putting that confidence to the test."

Her eyes drifted from the ring to the other people who had gathered for the first time - gaze coldly assessing each of the snacking challengers before snapping back to the man with the belt. "I can assure you that I will not waste your time the way these other individuals would."

"No offense, of course, gentlemen!" Thomas added as he slid up behind his employer, putting a hand up, palm out, toward the people Bianca had just blatantly meant offense toward. "She's just... Y'know, very important woman and all that, her time is pretty valuable..." He floundered to come up with some sort of explanation for a moment before giving up entirely, bringing his cigarette back to his mouth while he made an effort to hide behind Bianca.

[York]

“Good day, Mr. Idol.”

Idol froze in his tracks and turned his head with a disgusted expression to the person who just said that. His challenge poster strictly said that this was for hardnuts only, what business did somebody have, saying things like ‘good day’ and ‘Mister’, and walking into his gym. The lady in the suit seemed to have the answer to this question, and with her looking a bit like a businesswoman, it was wildly appropriate that such was the case.

And then she just had to say that his skills were perceived? Oh this one was going to be good.  Idol lowered the belt to the ringside table and scrambled to climb the ring corner closest to the door. He could already tell that he was a bit taller than this new challenger, but about 8 extra feet off of the floor couldn’t hurt.

“Well well, if that’s the case, what are you waiting for?” He asked, beckoning this white-haired woman to enter the ring. “I’ll show you that my skills are more than just perceived.”

Idol waved a hand at his previous set of challengers, gesturing them to stand back and let this one through first. The men at the table had taken to drinking cups of coffee to go with their crackers, shrugging at the idea that someone had showed up was more important than they were. Idol could only stare at them, crushed by their reaction. Who had dashed their spirits so badly that they allowed others to speak of them like this?

“If you think you’re so important then, I’ll be the one to take you down a peg!” he said, raising his arms to the side and flexing every muscle in his exposed upper body. “I love getting the chance to put uppity, ‘important’ snobs like you, whose time is just so much more valuable in their place.” Idol said as he lowered himself to the gym floor. “If you’re expecting a gentlemanly, hoity-toity, fancy-pantsy tea party, then you’re in for a rude awakening, lady. This belt doesn't change hands with pleases and thank-yous you know, this is gonna be a fight!” With the ring bell in hand, Idol raised it on high and leaned himself on the table it sat on, a smug and excited expression splayed over his face. “Whenever you’re ready.”

[Jade]

Bianca stood there some yards from the ring, hat still in hand, while Idol peacocked about the ring. Once he'd finished with his little speech of speaking down to her, she once more gave him a polite, albeit much colder, smile and held her hat up over her shoulder. "Thomas, if you could..."

The man behind her stood up a little straighter, not entirely sure what his name had been said for - he registered the hat being handed to him a few seconds later, and a few seconds after that, he finally took it out of his employer's hand. Throughout that entire ordeal, Bianca had stood completely still, waiting patiently for the wannabe bounty hunter to realize what was happening... Though she did exhale through her nose in what may have been the world's most reserved expression of annoyance at how long it took him as the hat finally left her grasp. With that dealt with, she unhurriedly walked toward Idol; she stopped maybe ten feet from the wrestler who had left his ring, where she adjusted her white tie while keeping her eyes locked on her opponent-to-be.

"I am ready when you are. You do not want to keep a lady waiting, do you?"

[York]

Oh, she was one of those people, huh? With her own sidekick to do as their told without actually telling them what she wants. Scratching his chin, Idol guessed that this was probably the head of a company or even some wealthy heiress. Someone with some real influence in the world. Someone who was probably used to having things done her way without any sort of backtalk from anyone who wanted a paycheck that week. Idol’s smile increased in size exponentially, this was too good an opportunity to let slip away. “Wonder if I can get her to lose it… She thinks she’s so cool and important. I’ll show ‘er.”

“Ready when I am, huh? Good, cause I’m not quite ready yet,” he said, gently lowering the bell hammer back to the table and turning for the concessions table, rubbing his hands in excitement. “I did just finish off a grueling fight before you showed up, and I think I’d like to wet my whistle before we start.”

Grabbing a styrofoam cup from the pile, Idol poured himself a nice, hot cup of coffee. Of course, making sure to press down on the dispenser’s nozzle to get a few extra drops into his cup before gently raising it beneath his nose and drawing a long inhale. “Smells good. Only the best for the champ.” He picked up a creamer next, ripping off the lid and watching as the black coffee turned to a creamy tan color as more of the cream was poured in. Finally, Idol grabbed a packet of sugar and gave it a good shake before he tore it open and added that to his mixture. “Gotta make sure all the sugar’s on the bottom. Don’t want spillage when I open it, you know?” The play-by-play drew nods from the surrounding men who took sips of their own coffee. This Adrian Idol was no amateur, he knew his stuff.

As he stirred his coffee with one of the popsicle sticks designated for this job, he turned his head to his awaiting opponent and her walking hatstand, turning to point to the coffee dispenser with his thumb. “Do you want a cup? I brewed it fresh a few minutes ago. Still hot.” To demonstrate just how hot this coffee still was, Idol blew on the hot surface, before sucking in a quick mouthful. “Ahh! The best part of waking up.”

[Jade]

"Very well," Bianca responded as she turned about, putting her back to her would-be opponent. "If you believe that coffee will aid your performance, Mr. Idol."

The reigning champion's offer hit the white haired woman in the back of the head like a paper airplane against concrete, but her assistant perked up. "Oh, those are out for just anyone, huh? Hell yeah, let me get some of those, I missed breakfast-" Thomas walked past his employer and reached for the pot of coffee with one hand and an empty cup with the other. "She doesn't drink coffee. Me? I'll f*** up a cup of joe. Doesn't even have to be good, really..."

"If you are quite done with the idle chatter, I should like to get on with this sometime today." She stopped for a moment, and then cast her gaze over her shoulder with a smile directed at Idol. "Or, perhaps, is avoiding burning your tongue on hot bean water challenge enough for you? I would hurry along, Mr. Idol - before you begin to look like a coward in front of what little audience you were able to draw."

[York]

Idol’s smile slid off his face and he lowered his cup back down to the concessions table as his opponent politely allowed him to just drink his drink without a hint of irritation towards him wasting her time. It seemed she was more bothered about the coffee more than anything he'd actually done.

“Yeah, help yourself pal” Idol said, approaching the ring with a dejected stride. He didn’t even have it in him to make a snarky remark about “Idol Chatter.” But he wouldn’t make it in time to avoid the verbal onslaught that his challenger was hurling his way all of a sudden. “What’n the hell? Bean water?! Coward!?” Where did all this come from? Idol had read her completely wrong! His attempt to get into her head had gone topsy-turvy, and he was the one who wound up on the backfoot. “Who do you think you are? I could draw a crowd ten times this size if I wanted! A hundred times the size. A thousand times over!”

Now he was hot, and this wasn’t the work of the coffee. Grabbing the ring bell, Idol raised it high as he did in his first match. “Knockout or submission, got it? I’m sure the hospital will have all the beans you can eat and drink when I'm done with you.”

DING DING DING

Scampering into the ring, Idol ran his hands over his hair and grit his teeth. Her line about the small turnout still stuck in his head, Idol lowered his head and charged towards his new challenger with arms outstretched. “I’ll bet your screams will have this place full in no time!”