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Rykkr of Nar Shaddaa casually, and easily staked heavy crates of beer bottles in the back rooms of his bar. He had a droid to do it, but he was in the mood for some strenuous labor, he often was when he was particularly irate, stressed, or just depressed. At the moment he was the latter. The crate of bottles rattled as he dropped it onto another crate and sighed… hardly breaking a sweat.
His rippling muscles stretching his tight shirt, and his long stainless butcher's apron covering most of his body. His browed furrowed as his magnificent mustache rattled irately. He reached into one crate, taking a bottle and sitting on another. He uncapped it, drinking the fluid quickly letting it burn down his throat before he could take it.
The bar was closed, there were no fights, no costumers, he was going to close up for awhile and collect himself. He sent the cooks home, and the girls were helping him to clean up. He sighed… his best fighter took a blaster round to the chest… normally that was a done deal for anyone else but no. Not Kallus Kane.
But he'd never be the same, nobody was ever the same after taking a wound like that. Rykkr debated getting another bottle when the door to his storeroom opened and a pretty twi'lek waitress stuck her thick lekku head in.
"Rykkr. There's a man out here he says he wants to see you?"
"I'm not expecting anyone tell him we're closed." He noted only for her to enter hesitantly.
"He's a big guy Rykkr, wearing a mask and a nice suit." Rykkr's hand suddenly smashed the bottle in his hand, the girl jumping in surprise. "Rykkr! Are you alright?"
"Fine." he said, casually brushing his hand of shattered glass on his apron, he wasn't even bleeding. "…Go home Mari'sha. Have a droid clean that up." He said gesturing to the glass with the same hand as she blinked at him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. In fact send everyone home. I'll see you tomorrow night." His bushy mustache wiggled with a kind smile before he walked out of his storage.
The man waiting for him seemed to be staring intently into the fighting ring. The towering chain link walls surrounding it, the bloodstained arena floor. Rey Asesino turned to look at Rykkr, who crossed his powerful arms over his muscular chest and glared at him. "Amigo." He said bluntly.
"Rey." He replied harshly.
Rey Asesino, known enforcer to Tuuba the hutt turned to face Rykkr, he had a good head of height on Rykkr, and broader in shoulder. But Rykkr was unmoved. "Amigo… how's business?"
"Slow." He replied gruffly. "What do you want Rey."
"Business must be slow I heard your favorite fighter took a blaster." he said silkily as Rykkr took a deep breath. Releasing slowly like a pressure gauge.
"…I heard about that. Good kid." Rykkr wasn't going to acknowledge or give Rey anything. Rey however, just chuckled good-naturedly.
"You know Amigo… Imperials are very hands off with their killing. Shot something, blast it, bomb it. They don't like to check. They shot him…" he made a finger gun motion, "…Then left him, wrote him off. But Tuuba she likes to keep her eyes and ears open… and she noticed there was no funeral. No wake… not even a little family reunion to mourn the loss. So… Amigo. Tell me where he is… and I might cut you in on the reward I get from the Imps from snapping his neck and twisting off his head."
Rykkr raised a thin eyebrow at Rey, and scoffed. "Assuming I did… why would I tell YOU. Rey." He said coldly.
"…Amigo be reasonable… just tell me. This Critcher fellow he's an ass but his money is good. He'll pay good money for a body."
"Piss of Rey." Rykkr soured as Rey sighed.
"We can do this the easy way Amigo. OR the hard way…" Rykkr scoffed.
"Tell you what. You tell me where I can find this 'Critcher' fellow and I'll talk to him myself."
Rey stared him down, he stared back. They didn't move, nor did they breathe… "Always so damn stubborn weren't you Amigo? Stubborn then, stubborn now… Kallus Kane is as good as DEAD I saw them shoot him myself…" Rykkr's skin bristled slightly and he loosened his crossed arms. "Might as well die so we can get paid…"
Rykkr's mustache bristled. "You were there huh?"
"Saw it with my own eyes Rykkr." He replied as Rykkr's eyes narrowed.
"…Alright Rey." He said, before undoing his apron. Slowly. "…Alright." He tossed it aside, then began walking around the ring to the door, Rey's eyes following him suspiciously as Rykkr approached him on the inside of the fence. Glaring him down, his fingers hooking into the chain links and tightening. "Want to know where the kid's body is? Get in here and earn it."
Rey seemed legitimately amused. His eyes were wide, but then his lips stretched onto a vicious smile. "…Here we are again Amigo."
"RYKKR." Rykkr Amigo replied. Rey slowly stripped out of his suit, piece by piece leaving a trail behind him as he entered the ring shirtless. His body was covered with scars and faded wounds. Still wearing his mask and gloves. Rykkr let go of the fence… now crushed from his grip, then turned. "…You beat me. I tell you where he is. I beat you. You tell me where I can find this… 'Critcher'.
"Amigo… don't you remember how well this went last time?" he asked, taking a low stance, his fingers flexing ominously as if he wanted to strangle Rykkr immediately. Rykkr however, rested his hands by his stomach, palms down before inhaling deeply, taking a deep breath… his muscles bulged… and his shirt ripped at the seams… he then grabbed the shredded pieces and tore them from his body… hard iron muscles glistening under the low light of the empty bar.
"I remember Rey." Rykkr breathed. "…It won't be the same." He said with some finality.
Like a bolt of lightning, with a speed that belied his size, he was across the arena grabbing at Rykkr, but their hands met in a thunderous boom as it became muscle against muscle. Their powerful arms straining, their feet scraping across the blood-stained matt. Veins pulsating and bulging from their arms and heads.
They were evenly matched. Seemingly, until Rey began to twist Rykkr's arms, slowly, like a ticking clock until Rykkr began to lean back and Rey towered over him still fighting each other, Rykkr straining and groaning as Rey sneered down.
"Just like old TIMES Amigo." He chuckled. "…Remember when I broke your BACK?" he snapped. "Spare yourself the bills Ami-" he blinked as he saw himself being pushed back, Rykkr slowly standing back up, and glaring into Rey's eyes.
"Hey. Rey…" she said, taking a step forward as Rey was forced to slide backward and push back against Rykkr, but it was like trying to stop a tidal wave. "Remember when I threw that fight to get enough money to buy this bar?" he said almost casually, before slamming his forehead into Rey's shocked mug. Briefly stunned Rey was suddenly thrown off his feet to the floor, Rykkr twisting and throwing him aside.
"AGh!"
"Get up Rey." Rykkr noted, slapping his muscular upper arms. "Come on." Rey suddenly rushed him, tackling him around the waist. Pushing him back but Rykkr raised his hands into a double fist and hammed them down onto Rey's back, only for Rey to suddenly lift and hurl Rykkr over him onto the floor.
"RAAH!" he turned and grabbed at Rykkr's head, yanking him up as Rykkr got to his feet. Rykkr threw a hard left, crashing across Rey's masked face only for Rey to return with a heavy uppercut to Rykkr's jaw that rattled his teeth, and bristled his mustache. The blows from both men echoed as the test of strength became a full on slug-fest brawl. Just the two of standing there in the caged circle, and swinging their fists at each other to crash into their bodies with THUNDEROUS roars and echoes of bone on flesh.
Blood and sweat splattered the ring. "AMIGO!" Rey pounded Rykkr suddenly in the gut, Rykkr gasped and felt a devastating combo that followed. Left, right, left. Gut, face, face… Rykkr stumbled but Rey's speed lashed out, grabbing at his head and yanking him forward.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! A flurry of headbutts to Rykkr's face had him flop against the fence. Rey roared triumphantly, Rykkr's blood pouring down both their faces as he raised his hands and Rykkr slumped. "THERE! AMIGO! THEREEEE!" he hissed the word grabbing a dazed Rykkr's face and forcing him to look at Rey. "Look at me Amigo!" Rykkr dazedly looked at him. "Not even you can beat me at my BEST!"
"…That was your best?" Rey had only a brief moment of shock before-
POOOOW
The blow echoed through the force as Rykkr's fist SLAMMED into Rey's shocked jaw, his teeth rattling, his eyes rolling and Rykkr was on his feet.
POOOOW
Another blow, different from the heavy brawl they had minutes before, his fist slamming across Rey's face sending him stumbling to the side of the arena only to somehow miraculously find Rykkr's fist coming at him.
POOOOW
Yet again, wobbling backward, his heavy body tumbling as Rykkr matched after him grabbed him by the mask lining around his neck and yanked him forward.
POOOOW
Another heavy hit dead on to the center of Rey's now CLEARLY ruined face, a tooth clinging to Rykkr's fist as he pulled it away from Rey's mouth but was clearly uninterested in the recent addition to his fingers as he brushed it off on his pants. Rey wobbled weakly on his feet, barely remaining standing and bleeding profusely from the mouth
POOOOW
A devastating uppercut slammed back into Rey's jaw, rattling his brain and sending him off his feet and crashing against the fence, slumping defeatedly on the floor, but he raised his arms, trembling pleadingly. "Enough! Amigo! Enough!" he declared only for Rykkr to grab his arm.
"Remember when you broke my back?" he asked coolly, gripping Rey's right wrist tightly in one hand as Rey whimpered almost pathetically.
"…Please don't break my arm…"
Well. You can't say he didn't try…
Rykkr's right knee and left elbow slammed into Rey's arm and snapped it in two places. "AAAARRRGGGH!!!" Rey clung to his ruined, jerking arm. "YOU BASTARD! AMIGO!!" Rykkr slammed the back of Rey's head against the fence. "My name. REY. Is Rykkr."
WHAM! Left fist. WHAM! Right fist. WHAM! Left fist again.
"Enough!" Rey tried to fight him off with one hand. WHAM! Right fist. "Stop!" WHAM! "STOP!" WHAM!! "I GIVE!" WHAM! "I SURRENDER!!" he shrieked.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!!
Blood covered his face and his fist, Rey Asesino slumped to the floor as Rey took a deep, meditative breath, inhaling deeply as the smell of blood rushed up into his bloody nose. He spat onto the arena, ignoring Rey's body for a moment as he stood in the center of the ring. Closing his eyes… and just listening.
Sometimes…He missed the roar of the crowd… but he promised he wouldn't fight in front of one ever again. After taking that dive in that decisive fight so long ago for the HUGE payout. To keep the peace in the underworld he swore he'd never fight in the ring again… just his luck the one he had to take a dive to was the jackass on the floor who now had a REAL reason to wear that mask. Who exploited his underworld fame and greed to work for the Hutts. To kill and assassinate like a common THUG. Rykkr, turned slowly to face the fallen body of Rey… walking away and leaving him in a slump against the arena fence.
He took a white towel from the bar, wiping himself of the blood, gore, and sweat as he returned to the ring and threw the now-red towel onto the ground. He then grabbed Rey's right leg and dragged him limply, and easily to the center of the arena. "I've always wanted to do this Rey." He grabbed him and with a mighty roar he lifted him from the ground above his head and THREW him at the far fence of the ring.
Rey's body crashed against it and with a colossal creak the fence collapsed under him, the ring broken Rykkr Amigo stood in the center, breathing heavily. The true king prize fighter of the underworld… and only two people knew it. he marched over to the broken, bruised, and beaten Rey Asesino… reaching down and clutching to his face as he garbled pitifully.
"Now then… REY." Rykkr squeezed Rey's face. "Where, exactly… is this Critcher fella?" Rey's skull cracked under his hands as Rykkr… SQUEEZED.
End