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[@Dragonbud] 

Dusty was handed fairly standard boxing gloves, as well as shorts and a vest that looked more skimpy than practical. 

It didn’t take long for a crowd to gather around the ring, carrying the buzz of anticipation with it. 

“I’m glad y’all made it out here, it really warms my heart.” Jeshua addressed the crowd with a big shit-eating grin, clambering up over the ropes and hopping into the middle of the ring. 

“Now!” Jeshua exclaimed “let's say how our two newcomers fair against each other, shall we?!” 

Across the ring from Dusty, stood Idabelle, in a loose fighting stance. 

Her hair was so pale that it was practically white, and her skin tone was so light that she was bordering on albino. She wasn't particularly well-built, but there was definitely an element of lithe agility to her.

“Ready when you are.” She muttered, gazing across at her opponent with her fists raised. 

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[@Sol Grim] 

The Donna let a thin smile slip across her features, something in her eyes twinkling at the sight of the stetson. 

“Good job getting Alejandro off the streets unnoticed,” she smirked “that takes some skill.” 

A Big Boss cigarette hung out of the corner of her mouth, which she lit with a silver lighter, taking a long drag before she spoke again. 

“I don’t know if you’ve had many interactions Torres family, but they’re a serious pain in my arse, and I’m done babying them,” the Donna blew a puff of dark grey smoke out of her open mouth “the Imperial, their new pet project, is Ricardo Torres’ pride and joy. I need to send a message to those up-jumped thugs, and I can think of no better way to do that then killing the fucking manager. They’ve got some pounce called Rickman running the place. Kill him discretely and I’ll give you five thousand caps.”