Kyle makes his way to the ring, poised to for another victory. Strutting with newfound confidence that's easy to recognize. Oh, how he preferred this feeling to the one of insignificance he faces every day as a Jedi. This is his domain. The one where he is the master, and everyone else is the apprentice seeking to take him down. He's a marked man and that's how he likes it.
Things went by so fast, a plan couldn't be formed to maximize the situations potential. The Queen and her muscle, their eyes will be glued to the ring, as will everyone else in the arena eager to get their licks in against both combatants.
"Ahsoka, before we go out there I need you to trust me. Whatever happens in that ring, you just gotta trust and go along with me." Kyle cajoled her into letting him take the lead.
"It's important we keep these people entertained. They need to believe this is an actual fight. Don't hold anything back." He adds.
His music died down, Kyle got a good feel for the environment. A bit different from his previous matches. Some people were cheering for him, ultimately he knew it was because of racial reasons.
To his surprise, Anakin accompanied Ahsoka to the ring. He couldn't help but laugh. There's no way they're in this situation if he didn't exist. A Jedi would never sink themselves to the lows that is professional wrestling. Kyle always wanted to mix and match catch as catch vs the Jedi arts. Today, he is getting his wish.
He couldn't let them know how much he's been anticipating this matchup, so he props himself up on the ropes resting as if he is in a hammock waving to them as if he's watching his neighbors pass on by.
"You think he's lost it?" Ahsoka asks Anakin.
"I know he's lost it." He replies.
Kyle surprises Ahsoka by asking her to meet him in the center of the ring, he doesn't say anything, only offering his hand to shake. She could also see him lightly tapping his foot, as if teasing his finisher, a ploy she could not help but roll her eyes. She's all for gamesmanship, but there is something about how wrestlers went about it that's just too hokey.
Kyle feigns shock when Ahsoka rejects his handshake offer and asks again, when he is rebuffed once more he slaps her across the cheek. "It's real now." She hears him say. The crowd despised them both, but found themselves on Kyle's side. Looking to retaliate, Ahsoka tries to hit Kyle with some punches, connecting with nothing but wind. Kyle hits her with a left right combo to the chin, before dropping her with a knife edge chop to the chest. She looks at him, clearly satisfied with himself, pointing to the side of his forehead. Deciding to get right back on the horse, she goes on the attack, again whiffing and being brought down by the same attack that did her in last time. Kyle dodges her attacks with ease, he didn't even lose his smile when doing it.
"He's the crown prince and you're his best protégée?" He laughs. Kyle knew he didn't mean any of the words he was saying. The smack talk was just to add a layer of legitimacy to what was going on and to suck people in. He's worried if Ahsoka got the memo this is also supposed to double as entertainment?
Kyle walks over to the other side of the ring, deciding to talk smack to Skywalker. "You think I'm not good enough, step inside this ring I'll show you how good I am!" He dared. When he turns around, Ahsoka tried to deliver a kick to steal the momentum, when he caught her foot he spent too much time gloating and she recovered with an enziguri smacking Kyle right in his left ear sending him tumbling down like a stack of bricks. She stood over him for a moment, not knowing what to do next.
"PIN HIM!" She faintly hears someone from the nosebleeds. Ahsoka lifts Kyle's leg up and the referee counts to two, before he lifts his shoulders up. Before he could do anything, Ahsoka continued her attack, unfazed by his resiliency, letting loose every move in her arsenal. He manages to duck out of the way of a kick, and tried to grab her to perform a jaw breaker, but she pushed him away and managed to clothesline him over the ropes, landing on his feet he decided to take a brief walk around the ring to reassess.
He bumps into Anakin and pushes him into the guard railings, berating him. The referee was at his wits end and demanded Kyle get back into the ring, saying Anakin was a distraction and told him to leave the area before he provoked another altercation between the two. The referee was about to count to ten, Kyle takes advantage of a loophole by rolling into the ring, then quickly leaving. He looks up at the luxury box to see Miraj growing impatient, which only made him grin.
They resumed fighting, Ahsoka maintaining the upper hand. While Kyle sought to tactically deconstruct Ahsoka, slow the pace of the bout down to his liking, she cranked it up a notch and before Kyle knew it he was at risk of succumbing to the crossface maneuver. His neck straining and breath growing short, crawling from the center of the ring he was able to get to the bottom rope with one last effort. The referee ordered Ahsoka to break the hold, not understanding why she continued applying it until he told her she risked getting disqualified. When she finally broke it, she turns her back arguing with him. Eager to take advantage, Kyle aims his next attack, his superkick missing its intended target nailing the referee instead. Hastily, he tries again, only to again be put in the crossface. After a couple of seconds, the pain grew unbearable and he tapped. Ahsoka knew what that meant and relinquished the hold again, befuddled the ring announcer didn't solidify the results like he usually does. Kyle tries again to hit Ahsoka with the superkick, this time is successful effectively turning out her lights.
They had everyones attention, Kyle knew how to keep it.
(Scene break)
Dragging Kenobi's withered and beaten body was hardly an ideal rescue plan. The warden overseeing Kenobi and the others work in the spice mines, Tera could not count on their help because they're being worked within an inch of their lives.
"Come on, Kenobi. You've taken worser licks than this." Tera goads him. His legs wobble like jelly, and he smelled of fuel.
"Where are the colonists?"
"We've collected almost all of them, they are in Galactic Republic territory. This'll be the last batch."
A faint hum of a lightsaber caused Tera to stiffen. Even in his groggy state, Kenobi knew a foe was in their midsts. "I sense it too." She gently laid the Jedi against the wall, being in no shape to fight. Cautiously, Tera ignited her lightsaber. The sound of scurrying sometimes came from the ceiling, and then the floor. It provided an excellent rouse for Proxy as he pounced on Tera from behind, she barley met his attempt to cut her in half as they engaged in a fierce saber lock.
She was at a disadvantage, her opponent had better footing and the sparks of the two blades colliding nearly came in contact with her eyes. Once her vision became more clear, she saw the pale skin, brown messy hair her heart sank.
"Mykle?"
"Hello, Master, it's been a while."
