*As the group waits at the end of the hallway, the loudspeaker system suddenly turns on. What's more, screens in the stands light up to show a live camera feed of two very....interesting characters. They're sitting sit at a table with the words
La Mesa del Comentaristas on it. There's three chairs, and they must be PAR officials, as well as upholders of Bro Code. Because as we all know, Bro Code states, "
If there are two Bros and three chairs, you leave that middle chair open, bro."*
"¡Damas and Caballeros.....bienvenidos to today's festivities! ¡This is Mac C. Mo, your commentator for today! ¡This is my debut commentary, and I know that it's just going to be awesome! ¡I hope you're as excited as I am folks! ¡Welcome...to the world......of Boxa Libre!" *Mac makes dynamic poses during each pause of that sentence. It seems to be working as the audience is getting pumped for the matches.*
*a slightly annoyed, and significantly more professional-looking commentator looks over at Mac.*
"Si.....and I'm your returning commentator: Min E. Mo. My elder hermano here once aspired to be a Boxador himself, but..well...his gym nickname was 'El Terrible'."
"Below the belt, hermano. No bueno....." *he moves the mic away and clears his throat before continuing.*
"¡Not just anyone can become a Boxador! Ten years of grueling training are required. I've heard cases of people dying from it. ¡That's why that even in the Minor Circuit, each of them are paragons of fitness! From there it's a matter of skill and technique! That's the joy of Boxa Libre!""We're certain that you'll enjoy the show today. Our main event is the Minor Circuit Title Bout between Primera Ranked Boxador: El Tigre Blanco VS. Minor Circuit Champion: El Rebotar Bronce. But first: the opening fight. We have a new potential ran......"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND HEEEERE THEY COOOOOME!" *Mac interrupts Min's eloquent explanations, much to Min's dismay. At this point Mac is really getting into it, so there's no point in arguing. Mac prepares his script.*
"In the azul corner.....Hailing from the Guante Boxa Libre Club....wearing the Green Gentleman Mask and pantalones with collared trim. And weighing in at 162.5 lbs.....0 wins, 0 losses, 0 K.O. ......The unranked challenger....¡¡¡El Temblor.....VEEEEEEERRRDEEEEE!!!"*Verde is nearly taken aback by the sudden introduction, and his cue to proceed into the hexagon.*
"Los Hermanos Mo....I see." *he turns to his friends.*
"This is where we part ways. I'll take your confidence with me into battala." *He tips his hat and walks into the ring, tipping his hat and bowing to the crowd's several sections as he does so. It was exhilarating. So many times he had been here, watching. But now....after ten years, he would finally be able to compete.*
*The renta-policia arrives, though he's much more friendly this time.*
"Buenos dias...again. El Segundo and La Señorita Pilar will enter El Hexágono Menor with the Challenger for the introductions."*he turns to the party*
"As for the honored guests, please allow me to show you to your seats. I made arrangements to have you seated in the front row, as an apology for earlier. Please ask for Juan if you need anything."*he shows the party to the front row seats have parasols set up, and some complimentary citdra for everyone. It's right in front of the moat, but the seats are raised up enough so that the base of the ring is at eye-level. There's a clear wall, in between the tops of the seats and the moat, so the "splash zone" won't become the "drenched zone".*
*Meanwhile, Mac C. Mo continues with the introductions.*
"In the rojo corner...haling from the esteemed Los Puños de Oro organization, wearing the green rabbit máscara and pantalones with the mint trim. Weighing in at 160 lbs.......and...umm..." *he pauses for a moment and looks to Min who simply nods.*
"....with 42 wins.....uhh...57 losses.....11 K.O. ..... The 500th Ranked Minor Circuit Boxador....
¡¡¡El Fregar....MEEEEEEEEENNNNTAAAAAA!!!"*the crowd boos Menta and throws garbage at him as he enters the ring. He's jumping around, taunting the crowd, completely embracing the hate. The man next to him tries to ignore the jeers, and he dodges to prevent anything from getting on his coat. He's a middle-aged gentleman wearing khaki-colored attire and expensive jewelry. The woman on Menta's other side has an expression that resembles a combination of boredom and repressed shame, and she is holding her headwear over her left eye.*
"We are honored by Señor Zanja, co-founder of Los Puños de Oro. He's brought many contenders through the ranks and there are several in the Major Circuit. Truly, it must be an honor for El Fregar Menta to be associated with such an esteemed promoter." *Min is saying this mechanically. It's obvious that he really means, "How is a loser like Menta even affiliated with this group?"*
*the crowd continues to boo Menta. He hangs from the red corner's turnbuckle and laughs. Señor Zanja crosses his arms and silently endures the humiliation. Min E. Mo continues with the introduction.*
"As is tradition, El Fregar Menta is here....again." *Min seems tired just from saying that.*
"As most of you already are aware, Menta is a veteran in the Minor Circuit...and certainly deserves credit for just barely qualifying to remain licensed as a ranker. We all know what to expect from him. However, due to his extensive experience..." *he turns his head from the microphone and coughs, though it sounds like he said "as a punkass scrub", but not in Plumañol. Min is bilingual? The crowd doesn't seem to pick up on it. He clears his throat before continuing.*
"Perdon. His extensive experience will be an interesting contrast to El Temblor Verde, who has none."*The mint-attired woman walks forward. She looks rather bored, and she is holding her headwear over her left eye. It looks like she's perpetually face-palming. Giving her expression, perhaps she is. She takes a good look at the girl in the black dress, with the clock hat and addresses her.*
"¿Have you enjoyed having men exalt you just because you're a woman? Enjoy it while you can, because you and Boxador Vasallo aren't even ranked. You're nothing yet." *she stares at the woman with her uncovered eye and sighs.*
"¿But who knows? Maybe you'll amount to something. In this place, respect is earned. If your Boxador Vasallo earns victories and you represent him with grace, then that respect will follow. Of course....that's not always the case..." *She glares at El Fregar Menta with disgust, then sighs as she relents to mediocrity.*
*El Fregar Menta's trainer is a well-dressed man in khaki attire. He has several golden rings on his fingers, and various other jewelry. He has a haughty air about him as he addresses Coach Guante.*
"Señor Guante. ¿You never know when to give up do you? ¿When are you going to retire and enjoy your golden years?""Life is a voyage, Eduardo. The day I stop sailing this ship is the day I die.""You were a great teacher, a long time ago. But if you keep this up your legacy will be that of a failure."*The two shake hands, albeit more like they're trying to crush each other's hands at the same time.*
