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?"