'This was never fair!'

Someone would yell as he lost his bet. The man whose stomach I stradle and whose face I smash with elbows and fists had a chain. Even if I had an easy thirty pounds on him and he looked like he was strung out on something. He landed one good hit before I made him look like a fool and went in for the kill.

'Shut up! Jabari is a champion and your guy had a weapon!'

Someone will inevitably yell back from the excited crowd. They look down on me from above, the pit where we fight is splashed with blood. The mans nose is obviously broken, his left eye is swlled shut from my pummeling fists. I could easily knock him out here, his head boucnes repeatedly off the dusty cement floor but I will hold back and give up my mount. Standing I throw my arms in the air and yell to the crowd, turning my back on my opponent in a blatant show of disrespect.

'Give him another weapon!'

At my call a ghastly length of pipe with bolts protruding from its heavier end is tossed down to the man. He stands on shaky legs and swings at my turned back, I am watching from my peripherals, ready to make a show of this ending.

2009-01-31 10:04:31 Jabari rolls 5 dice to Dex+Dodge 7,9,1,4,7 (2 successes)
2009-01-31 10:06:18 Jabari rolls 6 dice to Cha+ Perf 6,6,5,1,1, 2 (failure)

I always try to give a show, I deftly duck under the club and throw an elbow behind myself without looking. Its not the flashy ending I wanted- I had intended to knock the man off balance and use his own club to break his arm and end the fight, but my elbow strikes him right under the chin and he drops in a spray of blood- his teeth clacking together hard enough to be heard over the yelling from above.

I turn with my guard up only to realize the man is out cold, his arms spread at his sides and blood pooling in his mouth. I will stoop and pick up a small piece of wriggling flesh- the tip of the mans tongue and throw it into the growd...

2009-01-31 10:09:25 Jabari rolls 6 dice to Cha+Perf (Diff 7) 1,3,1,5,8, 5 (failure)

People dont seem impressed. I am known for ending fights in fantastic, bloody fashion and this was a two minute beatdown of a less than worthy opponent. Even the gore cant redeem me tonight.

I am less than pleased. I feed on adoration and fame, this is neither. I jump up and pull myself from the pit, shoving my way through the crowd who is busy gathering their bets rather than glorifying me. I will find the man responsible for this match-up, one of Drexlers employed haitians and wipe the blood from my fists right onto the mans shirt.

'Next time you bring someone that strung out into my pit they better come with backup. Next time will be bigger, better, Or im dragging you in with me, understand?'

2009-01-31 10:16:50 Jabari rolls 5 dice to Man+Intim (Diff 5: -1 diff bruiser merit) 1,1,3,9,4 (failure)

*********** The Diceroller either hates Setites or is out of its mind. Manually counting should have made a few of these rolls botches, yet, they dont show up as such???...***************  

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