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Marlo had no ******** reason to be here. In fact, he was positive he didn't belong in costume, in a ring, with a large man that seemed hell bent on killing him. BUt then again, why had he signed up? Oh yeah, to troll the ever living s**t out of his brother. Standing however, watching people surge at the beast that was the Don, Marlo took a second to re-consider this. His thoughts ended thusly:

She hadn't made much of an impact, and Snarls Darwin wasn't confident in how she'd done. Maybe she ought to back it up with something with a bit more of a punch.

"Hypothesis for pain!" cried Snarls Darwin, trying for another hit.

No cigar! Leaping out of the way was rather hard when everyone was taller than he was and also taking the same flee tactic. He just had to do something or risk being run over in the first few minutes. Holding his lance, he watched as other challengers decided to meet the man head on, and what a thick head that was, and use whatever move they could to turn the odds in their favor.

Seeing as the place was a mess of running challengers in every manner of dress, Sir Darkfang summoned his courage and decided he would at least make it in this fight for longer than 4 minutes. With that, he lifted up his lance and hit at whatever was closest using his CRUSADE OF PAIN!


Total: 33

-She'd hit, though whether or not it phased the Don she could not tell. The massive man however WAS a little quicker then she had imagined, imbued with his crystal rage, and she found herself wheezing as a heavy hand grazed her shoulder, sending a shock of pain.

She stumbled back, retreating for the moment with a Hypersonic Handspring. If a leg happened to find a place in his chest, she certainly wouldn't complain.-

(( 22 + 14 = 36 ))

Until her fateful meeting with an angry talking cat and an aggressive young lady who did not pull her punches, Alba wasn't much of a fighter. She would even go as far as labeling herself a pacifist, as her parents taught her that violence was a very wrong thing to resort to and if she ever really needed a release from all her anger, that it would be best to punch a pillow. As it were, not many things made the Costa Rican very angry, and she learned to hone a tolerant attitude until she moved to Destiny City. It was then realized that having that kind of patience may possibly get her killed one day, and today was no different from that theory.

Alba knew a lot more about Lucha than she cared to admit. While it wasn't something she enjoyed watching (or even supporting on most days), it was nearly impossible to not at least get the gist of the whole spectacle if you lived in a predominantly Spanish-speaking country in Central America. That small amount of knowledge gleamed from posters and television commercials came in use when she read about Don Diablo and the belt. Upon seeing it herself, there was no mistaking it -- he clearly owned the same sort of crystal that had haunted them on Halloween a few weeks before.

Letting it pass was not an option for her, especially now that her roommates have involved themselves by wager as well. Failure could result in disastrous predicaments: one more lost crystal to the evil dooers of no good, and the possibility of becoming friends with a girl who still believes that she is destined to become a maid.

She could not lose!

And so, there she was, the ever vivacious Thunder Thighs standing amongst a crowd of rowdy luchadores. She felt more exposed than ever before in her latex costume, and she desperately hoped that nobody could recognize her beneath her mask and hair pulled up and out of harm's way.

(Thunder Thighs total: 9 + 11 = 20)

Unfortunately for Thunder Thighs, it would appear that Don Diablo took great notice of her (and the other fighters that stood in her general direction) as he pummeled his way towards them in a fiery fury. She had no choice: it was time to unleash her first attack, in hopes she'd be able to avoid his infernal trample. She began to swing her hips widely from side to side in a circular motion, accumulating peripheral force the faster she spun her Cyclone Hips attack. She unleashed her strength and checked against the Don, though it only grazed his skin and caused her to fall over behind him.

(Thunder Thighs Total: 20)

The Dust Devil had climbed up on a corner to survey the brawl from above. How many of these challenges were working for Pelvis. Or...the Avenger?! With a sneer, she decided that everyone fighting that hit soft or got downed early were Avenger fans. People who didn't know how to go the distance.

But the Dust Devil knew how, and that's exactly what she planned to do as she sprang from her post, practically flying for the Don's head, "WIN OR LOSE! HELL WILL BE VICTORIOOOUUUUUSSS!"