Owner	Pose
Kitkat	The sleazy, rundown building reeks of old car oil, gasoline and grease from its former use as a garage. Now, only the fading markings show that, sprayed over with marking chalk. The crisscrossing lines create areas in which people mingle. Each zone got one person that takes bets... and then there's the area that is strung up between the zones, kept clear and painted red. Dark red, like the color of dried blood, as if to hide such. Then there's the cage. Or rather, a former container, one side replaced with bars wide enough to grab through but tight enough to keep visitors out where they can see the contestents sitting on a bench. Among them... Kitkat stands out like the Hulk and Tigra in an Avenger's group photo, for she's an obvious non-human in this lineup.
June Connor	June is a regular. She wins sometimes, she loses plenty as well. She stands out for a different reason than most of the contestants. She's a foot shorter than most of them. She isn't thickly muscled, but lithe. She has a young appearance, though the look on her face is older than fits. A black sports bra shows much of her torso, tattooed with various images, though the red handprint on her left shoulder is the one that stands out the most. The mark of a Hand ninja. She wears a pair of denim shorts and knee pads on her lower half, and glances skeptically in Kitkat's direction as she looks down the line at her potential opponents. "When the fuck did they start lettin' muties in here?" she grumbles to herself. "Fair as Lebron at a little league game."
Kitkat	Kitkat looks over the lineup, then June, shrugging. "I am not a mutant. Or Human. I am one of the Cat People." she remarks, chuckling a moment as the other comment drops. "No idea who's Lebron, but I guess they have a plan." As people outside mull and discuss, two fighters are called out, and start their beatdown in the rink, bare fists. A tall and a short guy.
June Connor	June arches a pierced eyebrow, and reaches up to undo that same piercing. Don't want that loose in a fight. "Right. Cat people. Why not? So you done this before? Or just gonna rely on people wearing something shiny for you to play with?"
Kitkat	Kitkat cracks her knuckles, the head tilding a little. "You mean fighting? Wouldn't be the first time I fight. Not even the first time for these prayer slips. Just the first time here. How about you?"
June Connor	"Eh, I been here a few times. Gotten fucked up, fucked some people up." She glances at the two guys in the ring. "Get'm Carlos!" she shouts as the blows exchange. "Don't let that pussy put you down!" She suddenly is conscious of her use of terms. "No offense," she adds.
Kitkat	The call of pussy doesn't seem to get any reaction untll June calls out there might be offense. "Why? " she asks, offering a hand instead. "Kitkat."
June Connor	June looks at the hand suspiciously. "Nothin. June," she says, giving her name in return, but not taking the offered hand in the customary greeting. "No offense or nothin', but I tend not to shake hands with people I might be about to get bloody with. People do shitty things before matches to get the upper hand. What are prayer slips? Like some religious thing or something?"
Kitkat	Chuffing in reply, Kitkat shrugsat the denial of the hand. "I wouldn't need to cheat, and it is beneath the fighting to do so. After all, you'd have no honor if one needs that to win, but I guess there are some that lack such, June."
June Connor	June laughs, "Damn, you're gonna be in for a rude awakening," June says with a shake of her head, looking back to the two guys who are fighting. "Most everybody here gave a big flyin' finger to honor a long time ago. They do it to get some cash, or get a job with somebody, or get in bed with somebody. Honor ain't on the table."     She nods her nose at the two currently fighting. "See that big guy? He does it because he likes hurting people. Ain't about the money for him. It's about blowin' off steam. Sent two guys to the hospital already. You go against him, you know it ain't a sport. "But the other guy? He's tryin' to get a job as a bodyguard with one of the spectators. Always trying to impress them. Neither care about honor."
Kitkat	"Fighting just for the prayerlips and not to show off how good you are or for some goal? I pitty them! Though... how do you achieve the last one?" Kitkat inquires about the whole lack of honor, the ears jerking a moment with interest. "So I can take off the soft bandages with the bullneck there? I mean, he likes to inflict pain, so I guess he also likes to get some." There's a wicked grin creeping over the feline face, slotted eyes narrowing. "And if not, he had it coming. No nneed to hold back on such one."
June Connor	June grins. "Hey, people get kinky all kinds of ways," she says with a slightly surprised grin. "Usually it's guys tryin' to get a girl because they think if they beat the shit out of someone it'll turn them on." She shrugs. "But...there's always a few the other way. Why, you got somebody here you want to get freaky with?" she asks with a sardonic smile.
Kitkat	"I thought people get kinky skulls if I smash their head against the wall, but I understand the humans lesser than you, so I guess you are probably right... Getting Freaky? Your language is flowery." Kitkat chuckles as the fight in the bin goes on, finally the painman getting pulled out of the rink with a broken nose and squealing like a screaming pig. "See? I told you he makes good sounds if he loses. Now, I guess it is my turn. If I win, you show me what the flower language hides?" she offers like a bet as the announcer starts to introduce her as an experienced fighter and names a couple rinks she had... well, cleaned out. As she slips out, she even wraps her wrists and fingers in a bandage. Then, the announer poits to the other corner and names June...
June Connor	"First time anything I've ever said was called 'flowery'," she says with a little bit of a stunned expression. "Yeah, sure, I'll show you what the 'flower language hides,' she says dismissively. "Good luck."     And then her own name is called. Ah, shit. I would get the weird furry," she mutters. She plants her hands on her head, bracing her elbows on her knees for a moment. Her own fists are already wrapped. "Okay, let's get this over with," she says, getting to her feet. She walks into the ring, and gives a stern finger at her much taller oppponent. "Don't fuckin' scratch me like a little bitch," she warns, as if suddenly there are rules to the combat that she claimed didn't really exist a moment ago.
Kitkat	Stretching and letting her fingers crack as June enters the other corner, warning about scratching, Kitkat deliberately shows off those fingerclaws, unsheathing them in an act of showmanship. "No scratching? Prefering soft paws, do you?" she teases back, the little daggers slipping back into the sheaths, a twinkle in the eyes of the feline fighter. "So, the bet is on? I win, you show me that thing you mentioned, you win and... what you want, shorty?" Kitkat offers, grinning widly, the little banter only delaying the fight a few moments, but giving the corwd moments to place bets.
June Connor	"June makes a mock frown. Hell, if I win..." she smirks. "I'll just be glad to still be standing." A certain expectation to lose sounds imminent. She knows that she's against a physically superior opponent. She puts up her fists. "I'll think of somethin'," she finally decides, leaving it open ended.
Kitkat	Kitkat chuffs at the lazy retort, but then cracks fingers again, going into a basic stance. "Well? Then maybe try to earn that something by coming over!" she taunts, letting the muscles play in her arms, even doing the 'come hither' gesture.
June Connor	June may not be the strongest, or even most skilled of fighters. There is one thing she does understand, though. She understands moments of opportunity. It's in the middle of Kitkat's taunt that she strikes, not high for a priority target, but low, attempting to step on Kitkat's foot, and then bring the other foot forward to kick her in the shin while pinning her foot to the ground. No doubt a dirty tactic, trying to reduce her foe's mobility with a well placed strike immediately in the combat.
Kitkat	Even though the strike comes early, during the taunt even, Kitkat is anything but a beginner. The step to the foot connects, drawing a little grunt from the Cat Person, but the second kick finds the foot shifted, lifted just enough to catch the woman's foot, almost a parry. "Nice try...." The stability of June probaby wasn't the best, and Kitkat knows, counterpushing to make some distance, following up with a strike at Jane's center of gravity.
June Connor	June had over-extended her center of gravity, it's true, devoting much of her expectation to the surprise factor. When Kitkat counter pushes, she finds herself taken completely off balance, and lands flat on her back, earning Kit the approval roar from the crowd. June's hardly staying down though, kipping back up almost immediately. "Hey, was worth a shot," she says with a teasing wink, before once again going on the offensive, this time a few testing jabs, snapping forward to test Kit's defensive relfexes. June is quick, though not nearly superhuman, her speed is a greater asset than her strength in general.
Kitkat	The jabs find hands that break them, the feline clearly faster than the human, blocking and breaking the attacks before they connect anything nicely. That is, until Kitkat clearly lets one of the jabs connect, but in turn grabs for Junes shoulders to use her as a block to jump over the woman and land behind her to grab her from behind.
June Connor	June tries to twist, but the weight on her shoulder prevents it as she's grabbed from behind. So she does what she'd do in a street fight in this position, she blindly reaches behind her and grips a handful of fur, and pulls on it, in hopes that it will create enough pain go get herself free, or at least keep Kit from capitalizing on the moment.
Kitkat	With a hand somewhere on the shoulder grabbing to try and take control, Kitkat's fingers clench some on the parts of June that they grabbed, then loosen. Sure, it gives June some more range of movement, but it also allows Kitkat to reattack for a much better grip, trying to pull her into a headlock.