FIGHT CLUB 001 [OPEN]

[unruly]

CHARACTERS: Tranquility's finest fighters & spectators
LOCATION: holodeck 1 // the gym hall
WARNINGS: violence. People beating the crap out of each other.
SUMMARY: FIGHTING.
NOTES: Please see the OOC planning thread for info on who needs a fight partner! When you tag into this post it can either be in response to the original post or feel free to start your own thread/fight off.

Holodeck 1 has been transformed into a large gym hall, high ceiling and wood paneled floors a feature of this made-to-measure venue for the first meeting of Fight Club. The open space has three boxing rings set up in a row with enough distance between edges to give people a chance to watch if they're interested. Off to one side but perfectly placed for maximum viewing pleasure there are bleachers, small but with plenty of seats for all the people who expressed an interest in coming down to watch but might not want to be sprayed with blood, sweat and tears. Across the other side of the hall there are punching bags for anyone looking to warm up without getting hit in the face gut. When he can see a majority of the faces he recognizes from his communicator, Dean climbs up onto the edge of the middle ring and whistles with his fingers between his lips. There are a few ground rules to set but aside from that he's got no interest in playing management. He waits until he has almost everyone's attention before he speaks. "Listen up," he says, voice loud to carry in the large space and over the din of voices below. "There's a few rules we're all gonna live and fight by here," he's employing his most serious expression now, something which is actually harder said than done when he feels so high on pre-fight adrenaline. "One. No weapons. If you were dumb enough to bring one tonight... go put it over by the door," he nods to an empty crate people can leave their weapons in if they brought any. "You take a weapon into the ring and you're disqualified and out on your ass. Two. Steer clear of heads and faces. Brain damage ain't what we're here for. Everything else? Fair game. Three. If you're done? Tap out. The second someone taps out you let go. No question." He really doesn't want to have to be carting unconscious people over to the goddamn medbay. He's here to fight and people should know what they can and can't handle. "Other than that... enjoy. First up..." he reels off the names of three fighting pairs and what ring they're in before he hops down from the ring he's perched on the edge of, happy enough to answer any questions people have in the next five minutes.