The First Fight (( OPEN ))

"Well.. The old leave to open a door to the new" she stated simply to Silas before leaving him to put away her things. She slumped her shoulders at Hindrick's comment "Ughhh Noooooo, Concussions are the worst to treat. You have to keep a sharp eye on them for half the night" she groaned as she hung her head into her hands before sighing and continuing to her locker.

As she hung her pack to one of the hooks in the locker, she tilted her head slightly at the jacket beside it, reaching in and examining the running jackets sleeve where a dark stain of had caught her eye, although the black hardly showed it, the white lining was died a rich red color from dried blood. The jacket was one that her younger sister had given her before she went off to collage three years ago, also it was the last gift she had gotten from her family before their car accident before her second year. And now she finds that the object that is practically sacred to her had been tainted with her own blood and the bad memories that caused it.

After a moment of staring distantly at the sleeve she released it, gritting her teeth as she slammed the locker shut in a burst of anger, leaning on with her head on the door and a single arm resting on it above her as she hit her fist against it once. After a couple deep breaths she sighed, letting her self calm down a bit before lifting one foot off the ground to slide off a heeled boot, wincing slightly as her bruised neck sent sharp pains to her nerves. She let her shoe drop to the floor with a heavy thud, lowering her foot that was already wrapped up in bandages back to the concrete and began the same process with the other. Whoever she was going to fight later, she looked like she will going to beat the living tar out of when she gets in the ring.

Suddenly a cracking sound sharply rang in Evelyn's keen ears, making her eyes widen, her head snapped back to the ring to see what was going on, "Ouch.." she murmured as she hurt herself in the process."Oh no.. Pru!" she said out loud as her stomach dropped when she saw Pru had been pinned on the ground with Henry on top of her. Evelyn hurried, reopening her locker and throwing her boots in it before snatching her bag once more and slamming the locker shut.

She then rushed away from the lockers and passed Hindrick and Silas to try and get a better view of Pru in the ring. She saw as Pru went into a blinding fit against the greenie, the back of the younger girls head had split from the concrete and the vibrant hair was turning a deep red from the bleeding wound "Pru, call it off" she yelled to the girl. Evelyn felt herself go into a panic, Pru was a frail girl and on top of that Evelyn was pretty sure that the girl was pretty malnourished, hardly able to house or even feed herself half the time. She didn't quite know what would happen to her friend if Pru got a concussion, she feared that she wouldn't be able to keep the girl awake.

Evelyn had known Pru for some time now, quickly finding herself attached to the girl whom was the same age as her younger sister before the day of the accident. She had actually met the girl a few months before Evelyn herself first came to the fightclub, and although she knew her friend was a great fighter, she couldn't help but worry about Pru when it came to her 'sister' getting herself in to deep and not wanting to give up when she should. She looked back to Hindrick with a look as if internally begging him to do something.

Henry let out a loud roar of mixed swearwords as she started attacking his face like an angry cat. Not that she could really do much to make him look worse at this point, his face was wrecked and dripping blood down his smashed nose. He grabbed one of her furious, flailing wrists and then the other, holding her down with both her arms above her head.
"Just... give... up!" he gasped, frustrated and starting to feel the pain that had so far been blocked by adrenilin.
One of his eyes was so badly swollen that he couldn't open it anymore.

Evelyn frowned at Hindrick as he reminded her that he or anyone else couldn't do anything. Her eyes drifted back to the scene, her hands folding at her chest and lightly tapping and wiggling against one another to try and release some anxiety that was building up in the woman. "I hope your right... If something bad happens to her past this though I might have to break one of your limbs" She said with a nervous chuckle as she joked to try and ease herself, though her comment seemed to hold some sort of seriousness to it.

Visibly you could see Evelyn feet shuffling lightly as she watched Pru punching in a blind fit and Henry sitting on top of the girl began to pin the ginger down with her arms. She felt a bit more relieved at this, feeling as tho her friend would probably call off from not being able to do anything... Well, that thought didn't stay as Pru in a quick second leaned up and slammed her head into the new guy, making him fall unconscious right on top of the girl.

Evelyn hardly waited for a ref's confirmation that someone was out. Hurrying into the ring to try and shove Henry's heavy body off Pru, however being to weak to do so she ended up just trying to push the guys torso at least off Pru's chest.

Once Henry was shoved off by someone else coming to help move the greenie. She Instantly looked over Prus wounds, leaning over Pru's head to tap the girls face as gently as possible. "Pru.. Pru hunny? How are you feeling?" she hoped her friend would be conscious enough to be able to at least tell the nurse where she was injured so that Evelyn didnt have to do guesswork.

Hindrick frowned as the fight continued, but stood there. As soon as the sound of two head ramming each other was hear, he knew it was over. With head injuries like that Pru would be out like a light. But she had a hard head, he could attest to that. He snorted at Evelyn's comment. He didn't think the silver haired woman would do him any harm, but he still didn't want to risk a broken limb. Moving closer to the fight he saw that the two fighters had fallen unconscious, at the same time. A little bubble of pride for Pru surfaced and he joined Evelyn at the girl's side.

He helped some of the men move Henry out of the way and then returned to Prudence. She was bleeding a bit and had some damage, but she would be fine, and if they needed to, he'd drag her to the hospital. "Evie, I'm going to bring her to the locker room, go lay out a blanket and get my extra supplies," He lifted the girl up with the gentlest motion he could manage and walked her out the crowd. Most of the members saw nothing new about this. The other men dragged Henry towards the lockers as well, placing his next to Silas.

Once a place was made for the unconscious girl, he placed her gently on the floor. He looked to Evelyn and gave a nod. "Watch her okay?" Standing up he walked past the brothers and picked up the hundred he had placed on the crate before. "You owe me hundred dollars greenie. She knocked him flat," he grinned at Ambrose and turned to move towards the circle. "Pay me later!"

With Pru and Henry dealt with Hindrick walked back into the circle. Most of the members divided, letting him through, a few of the new ones where pulled aside by some of the other men. Hindrick got into the center and gave a smile. "What a start to the evening!" he called and received a decent number of woos and a few boos. Hindrick rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. A couple of the men at booed went quite and the rest received a slap from the member next to them.

"Alright. So it's-," the man squinted at the clock on the far wall. He wasn't blind without his glasses on, but couldn't read anything far away.
"It's 7:30 ya blind git!" A roll of laughter followed.
"Yes, thank you Josh," Hindrick chuckled, "It's 7:30 and Lester is yet again late. So I suppose I have to do announcements myself." A call of 'he's always late' followed that. "So," Hindrick rubbed his hands together," I see we have a few greenies tonight and some of the greenies from last week. You all know what's coming next."
"The rules!" The crowd answered all at once and a few people let out a giggle.
"Right! The rules. Number one," Hindrick held up a hand, one finger standing upright and others adding as he went down the list, "First timers must fight! I want to seen every greenie leaving here with a black eye, broken nose or a loose tooth. Number two. If your opponent gives in, you stop. If they fall unconscious, you stop. You break this rule and you're in for a rude awakening. Number three. You fight here and only here. If I hear about you fighting elsewhere or SEE you fighting elsewhere Well, there will be trouble to be had. Number four. Fist and feet only. No boots, no knives, no nothing. We are a fighting club, we're not hear to break bones and butcher people and we sure as hell don't kill anyone. All gear will be checked before you enter the ring. I don't think any of you want to be likened to that damned death pit down the street."

A wave of boos followed and a few people yelled 'Barbarians' or "Bastards.' Hindrick smirked. "Last rule. Once you're in, you're not leaving."
A roll of cheers followed this and a few of the older members slapped the younger ones on the back. Hindrick smiled and raised his hands. The crowd quieted rather quicker. "Alright, The actual announcements now. Next week we'll be starting early and we're going to have set fights. It that time of the years that Sybil demands I give her a schedule so you can all bet to your hearts to content."
Sybil leaned on the wooden plank of her box office and grinned. "About bloody time Hindrick! I thought I was going to have to kick yer ass before you got on it," She shouted and received a healthy bout of laughing. One men from the crowd yelled 'Yer whipped boss!' Hindrick tilted his head an looked over to his lovely wife who controlled the club's betting system. She was a stout woman of Irish descent. Ginger curls were pulled up in a pony tail and her green eyes watched as her husband ignored the insults and catcalls. She was lightly freckled and had a smile that could melt even the hardest man's barriers. But then she also had a mean right hook. "I LOVE YOU HUNNY!"

"Yes, henpecked status aside, we'll be collecting names and setting matches for next week. I want you all to precipitate. I guess it'll be fun," he shrugged and then smiled. "Give them to Sybil if you please. Alright everyone. NEXT FIGHT!" Hindrick backed out the circle to the cheers of the members trying to figure out who would fight next. A few of them had wandered over to the box office and were writing down names. Hindrick followed and leaned against the wooden structure. "You're not going to make me sleep on the lawn again are you?"

Sybil looked over to her husband and grinned, "No you did good hunny. Give me a kiss." Hindrick leaned over and pressed a small peck on the top of his wife's forehead and glared at the snickers and aws he received form the members in line. "I'm going to check on Prudence," Hindrick mumbled and gave his wife another peck before walking back to the lockers. He knelt down next to Pru and Eveyln, "You think she needs a hospital?"

Ambrose wasn't sure what to do. Had he lost the bet or won it? What did a tie mean? Grudgingly pulling his coat closer to himself as if to protect his wallet and what other valuables were hidden away in its various pockets, relieved for a moment when he found that he could not see Hindrick anywhere nearby. Good, maybe his 100 bucks was safe after a- "Pay me later," FUCK! Well, he'd tried. Making a face, Ambrose began to contemplate sneaking out and slid a little towards the exit as he did, but something caught him by the coat sleeve and pulled him back before he could get very far. Turning and feeling a sudden violence rise up in him, an irritation that sent an itch down his knuckles, he gave pause only when he found that it was his brother holding him back. Nothing was said, the ginger's expression was articulate enough to supplant speech.

Ambrose stayed, the two of them sitting back down in their shaded over corner and watching in silence. It was clear to the blond that his brother had cold feet; some part of this scared Reinhardt. He wasn't sure it was the violence, the young man had gone somewhat sour over the years. Homelessness had replaced his subtle tendency to pacifism into an instinctive trend towards combat, the settling of disputes with such violence as to prevent any further issues of the same matter from arising in the future- 'end it once and for all'. But still, he could see the doubt in the lines of his face.

'Ah get it now,' Ambrose thought for a moment. Reinhardt didn't know how to fight unless he was fighting to survive, and fighting to survive meant no rules. He didn't know how to operate within the confines of a strict, set system.

Evelyn had quickly gone off to do as Hindrick had requested, waiting knelt on the blanket for him to lay Pru out so that she may look over the girls injuries. She began to look over Pru instantly, ignoring the incomprehensible mutter to check the girls split head when the girl rolled over onto her side. She sighed when she realized the girl wasn't loosing as much blood as she initially thought before leaning back upright to scavenge her bag. "Yeah.. you got him" she said to the younger girl, chuckling slightly as the girl still was more worried about if she won then why her head is spinning.

Evelyn looked up to Hindrick as he returned with a question, only to have Pru start flailing and whining in protest. The silver haired woman looked both a bit worried but relieved "I don't think so... But she is gonna need some stitching up, as well as some ice to help with any swelling on her head." She stated, her eyes glancing over Pru once more. The girl didn't seem to have a concussion, but having to stitch wounds was a pain to do since it required the patient to not feel it so that Evelyn didn't end up getting something broken her her ears busted. She sighed momentarily as Pru tried to sit up, dragging out another bottle of water and the pills she had given Silas before hand. "Here take these.. they will help out a lot in a little bit" she said, lifting the girls head up slightly so that she could pretty much force feed the medication and water. Evelyn had also slipped one pill that would help relax the girl, and hopefully keep Pru asleep when she would go to stitch her head up. "Now.. Try and get some rest hun. You'll be all fixed up when you wake" she stated to the girl, leaning back to sit on her own ankles to wait for the effects to kick in.

Suddenly, a hand was placed roughly on the back of Evelyns neck. Making her let out a yelp of surprise and pain as pressure was put on her bruising. "Richard.. What are you doing here?" she asked wide eyed in shock and slight fear before letting out muffled yelps as she bit her lip and was forced up on her feet by the back of her neck. How did he find her? The club was supposed to be her safe spot, it was the only place she could go to hide from him...

"I should ask you the same... What do you think your doing sneaking off to a place like this" he asked, his expression seemed a bit distant as he spoke. The man was tall, short black hair that was usually peeled back was whisped across his forehead, he was quite handsome actually which is probably how Evelyn had been lured and trapped by such a man. And clearly the man was drunk from the way he acted, the look on his face, the way he talked...

Evelyn opened her mouth to try and explain, but was instantly interrupted as her fiance force her to peel away from Pru and Hindrick "I told you to stay home. And what the hell do you think your doing, your no fucking doctor to be treating anyone." He scolded her, letting go of her neck to have her face him. "You know I hate it when you run off, why the hell do you make me have to do this bullshit and hunt you down? Now, lets go home" He said, grabbing her wrist and yanking her behind him as he headed towards the door to leave. "No Richard wait, my stuff, I still have to-" Suddenly he turned around, his free hand slapping the side of her face in one swift motion "Don't you fucking say no to me you little bitch" he said, impatience and anger flaring and bubbling over. Evelyn had made a yelp from the pain before trying to coil back with widened eyes as if trying to escape from his grasp or at least not upset Richard even more then he already was.