TTYD RP but with my character! Spoilers ahead for TTYD Chapter 3. Rules in tags!

Mr: "So tell me again what the deal with this place is?"

"After you!"

Mr: "Well.. alright."

(He smiles.)

"S-so, are you ready?"

Mr: "Yeah! Of course!"

"Okay!"

*they walked in"

(There are a few reporters in the lobby, as well as a few bystanders.)

Mr: "Huh. Seems like this is a pretty big deal."

"Yeah! People love this place!"

Mr: "Cool."

Lian: "S-so, basically, people fight here, but like, for fun! Does that make sense...?"

Mr: "So, like boxing or wrestling?"

"Y-yeah, pretty much."

Mr: "Cool!"

"I- I thought maybe we could watch a few fights! Maybe even get some souvenirs!"

Mr: "Sounds great?"

*didn't meat to put a question mark*

"A-alright!"

Mr: "Well, ready when you are!"

"I- I'm ready!"

Mr: "Alright! Let's go!"

(Lian just... hides his face in his hands. He seems stressed...)

Mr: "I'm alright!"
*Mr stumbled a small bit as he swung at King*

(Lian doesn't say a word. King K walks up to him.)
King K: "F-dog...? You alright...?"

*Mr steps back and watched*

(Suddenly, Lian grabs his hammer and knocks King K onto his back, winning the fight.)

Mr: "Whoa!"
*Mr went over to him*
"You alright, man?"

[which one are you talking to]

*To King*

Mr: "King?"

King K: "I'm great, B-dog! That was a real slick move from your friend!"
Mr. Grubba: "Folks, we have ourselves a winner!"

Mr: "Whew, just making sure."
*Mr went over next to Lian*

"Y-you're not too h-hurt, are you...?"

Mr: "No.. just a little tired. Probably just gonna get a little bruise.."

"You're sure...?"

Mr: "Yeah!"

"O-okay..."

Mr: "..ah.. it seems I twisted my ankle a little bit too"

"P-please sit down..."

Mr: "Alright.."
*He sat down*

"D-don't lie... a-are you hurt...?"

Mr: "Well.. my shoulder's a little sore and my ankle has a small sharp pain, but other than that, I'm fine. He knocked the wind out of me back there, so it might've looked worse than it really was."

"I don't know what to say..."

Mr: "You still sure you don't wanna go to the car?"

"Y-yeah."

Mr: "I think I'm gonna need a bit before our next fight.."

"O-oh, okay. Take your time."

Mr: "Thanks.."

"Need a hug...?"

Mr: "..I don't *need* one but.. I'd enjoy it."

(He cuts Mr off with a warm, soft hug.)

Mr: "Aw, hehe, thanks pal."

Mr: "Alright."

(He nearly pukes.)

Mr: "..oh man.. Buddy, you gotta trust me when I say you don't wanna know! Do you need a trashcan?"

"U-ugh... yeah..."

Mr: "alright.."
*Mr brought him to a trashcan*

(He vomits in it.)

*Mr found this hard to watch*

"S-sorry..."

Mr: "..it's fine..."

"I- I think I'm fine now."

Mr: "..good.."

Mr. Grubba: "Now, lemme take y'all back to your locker room."

Mr: "Alright!"

"Follow me, son!"

*Mr followed Mr Grubba*

(He leads Mr and Lian back to their room.)

*Mr followed*

(Eventually, they make it.)
"Alright, son. Jolene will be here shortly to give you yer fight money!"

Mr: "Okay! Thanks!"

"No problem, son!"

*Mr sat on one of the benches*

"And, uh, one last thing before I go."

Mr: "Yeah?"

(Jolene hands both Lian and Mr one of these.)

Mr: "Huh? What's this for?"

"Your fighting weapons. In case you needed one."

Mr: "Oh, we use weapons? Okay. Thanks. Are there any important rules?"

"Mr. Grubba will set conditions for you before each fight. Make sure to meet them."

Mr: "Yes ma'am. Thanks for the help."

"No problem, sir. It's my job. I'll see you after your first fight, okay?"

Mr: "Okay."

"Alright. I suppose I should introduce you to the guys."

Mr: "I'd appreciate that."

"Alright. The little bomb guy over there is Master Crash. He has a bit of a speech impediment, but he won't let that stop him from givin' you good advice. That green masked guy in the corner is Bandy Andy. A bit of a suspicious character, but he's cool once you get to know him. And finally, that green rock guy is Cleftor. He may seem tough, but he's a big softie once he warms up to you."

Mr: "Uh-huh. Nice to meet you guys."

"Go on, B-dog. Go and talk to 'em. If you're comfortable with that."

Mr: "Alright."
*He introduced himself to everyone individually and shook their hands*

Bandy Andy: "Heh. Nice to meet you. I'm not in here too often, but if you see me around, say hi."

Mr: "Alright. Nice to meet you too."

Master Crash: "Nice to meet you BOMB! Well, now that we've gotten to know each other, I'll give you some advice BOMB! As Ms. Jolene was saying, you'd better BOMB obey Mr. Grubba's conditions. If you clear them and win, you get to fight higher-ranked foes BOMB! If you can't clear them, you BOMB end up battling a lower-ranked fighter BOMB! You can't climb the BOMB ranks fighting the bottom of the barrel BOMB-BOMB!"

Mr: "Alright. What exactly do Mr. Grubba's conditions pertain to?"

"W-wait, I need a moment."

Mr: "Alright."

(He vomits in the trash can again.)

*Mr winces at the sight*

"Ugh. I'm sorry..."

Mr: "no, no, it's not that you did anything bad, I just.. I hate to see you in pain.."

"I- I know... o-ow..."

Mr: "You still need to barf a bit or can you make it to Podley's?"

"I- I think I can make it..."

Mr: "Alright. Let's go."

Mr. Grubba: "Folks, we have ourselves a winner!"

*Mr seemed sort of excited*

.

Mr. Grubba: "The winner is... THE SHYYYYYY SHOCKERS!!"
(The crowd cheers for Mr and Lian. Mr. Grubba walks over to the two.)
Mr. Grubba: "Now, tell me, son; how was yer first taste of victory? What'd ya think of that fight?"

*Mr let Lian talk first*

"W-well, umm... it was great! That fight was crazy!"

Mr: "It felt good.. really exciting!"

Mr. Grubba: "I'll tell ya what I just saw, folks; a whuppin'! These kids have skills! Everyone give a hand to... the Shy Shockers!"
(The crowd cheers again.)

*Mr waved and smiled at the crowd*

(Lian shyly rubs the back of his neck.)

Mr, quietly to Lian: "C'mon, buddy! Look confident, remember?"

Lian: "M-me?"

Mr: "Yeah.. when I got knocked down you seemed really upset.. which is understandable.."

"I- I'm fine... a-are YOU okay? You looked weak earlier..."

Mr: "Well.. he got me kinda good, but it's probably just some bruises.. it was mostly that he surprised me.."

(King K enters the locker room.)

Mr: "Heya."

King K: "Hey, B-dog."

Mr: "You sure put up a good fight!"

"You too! Man, it makes me happy to know that there are fighters that will carry my torch."

Mr: "Yeah, heh.."

"Well... o-okay!"

Mr: "That's the spirit!"

"Let's get 'em!"

Mr: "Now, hold your horses, we still gotta wait for the staff to escort us to the game."

(A guard enters the room.)
Guard: "Funnyguy. Bruiser. Match time."

Mr: "Well. Would you look at that. Let's go!"

Lian: "Alright!"

Mr, quietly to Lian: "Try to look confident, alright?"

"I will. We got this!"

Mr: "Yeah! We cant lose!"

"Oh yeah, about that... I've been thinking about retiring, B-dog. My next match may be my last."

Mr: "Oh. Well, you've done good. It's perfectly okay. Who are you going up against next anyway? Or are you not allowed to tell?"

"I dunno yet. But when you become the champ, never forget the King!"

Mr: "I wont."

(Lian looks slightly saddened.)

Mr: "..you alright?"

Lian: "K-King K..."

*Mr watched*

King K: "F-dog... It's alright, man. I can't stay here forever."

*Mr did not want to disturb the conversation*

"Podley! The name's Podley."

Mr: "Podley. Thanks for the the water, Podley."

"No problem. It's my job, after all."

Mr: "You know what? Here."
*Mr pulled out $10*

"Oh, wow, you really don't have to do that..."

Mr: "I insist."

"Well... thank you. I'll make sure to repay you later down the line."

Mr: "No, no, you really don't have to!"

"I insist!"

Mr: "Well.. thanks anyway."

(Lian looks confused.)

*Mr, quietly*
"Do what I'm doing!"

(King K retracts into his shell and flings himself at Mr, knocking him down.)

Mr: "OOFHH!"

"A-are you okay?!"

Mr: "..yeah.. I need a sec.."

"O-oh no..."

Mr: "You got this!"
*Mr pulled himself up using one of the posts. He now walks with a slight limp and he dangles one of his arms as if it hurts*

"Oh no... o-oh no..."
(He looks VERY stressed.)

*Mr noticed this and started moving his limp arm and walking with less of a limp*
Mr: "I'm alright, buddy! We got this!!"

(Mr. Grubba's face appears on the terminal screen again.)
Mr. Grubba: "Howdy, Funnyguy! Rarin' to go again?"

*Mr stood off to the side as he was clearly talking to Lian*

Lian: "Y-yes sir!"
Mr. Grubba: "Well, all righty! Your next opponent is... Ranked 18 in the Glitz Pit... The KP Koopas!"

Mr: "Alright. What are the rules?"

"Alright, son; you gotta finish this fight in less than five minutes! I've got a date with a pretty lil' lady, and I can't be late!"

Mr: "Got it! We can make it happen!"

"Now get out there and show 'em what's what!"

Mr: "Yes, sir!"

(The screen turns off.)

Mr: "Alright, you ready?"

.

"A- a little bit..."

Mr: "It'll feel better over time, trust me. It works better to me than any medicine."

"O-okay."

*Mr sat down at a table*

(Lian joins him, sighing.)

Mr: "You alright?"

"Yeah. Just... a lot has happened, y'know?"

Mr: "Yeah.. "

"S-sorry I get sick so easily."

Mr: "..it's fine."

"I still can't believe we're doing this..."

Mr: "Me neither.. I never really thought I could perform.."

.

"And Mr. Grubba is so nice and supportive..."

Mr: "Yeah. I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't there to lead me."

"Me either..."

*Mr finishes his water*
Mr: "You ready?"

"I, umm... I think so..."

Mr: "Alright. Mind handing me your glass so I can return it?"

"Sure!"
(He does so.)

*Mr took the glasses back in to Podley*
Mr: "Heya. Just returning the glasses."

"Y-yep!"

"What was the plan again?"

Mr: *quietly to him* "for the crowd pleaser, you jump off my shoulders and elbow slam on somebody. Other than that, there is no plan."

"O-okay, let me on."

Mr: "Hey, hey, that's for later, its the finisher, I'll give you a signal when it's time, alright? For now just.. fight!!"

"Got it! We got this!"

Mr: "Yeah!"

(Lian just keeps fighting.)

*Mr started swinging his arms around and yelling unintelligibly*

"EEEYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

(Lian swings his hammer around, eventually knocking down all the Goombas but one.)

Mr: "It's time!"
*Mr held out his hand to Lian*

(He sits.)

*Mr sighed*

"Th-this place is kinda brutal sometimes."

Mr: "...oh... That.. that never occurred to me... Oh dear.."

"It's f-fine, though!"

Mr: "Yeah. Yeah! It's fine."

"S-so, umm... y-you okay...?"

Mr: "Yeah. I'm alright."

"I- I don't think I am..."

Mr: "..are you hurt? Or.. or are just scared?"

"What if I mess up...? A-and let everyone down?"

Mr: "Well.. if you mess up a few people might be sad, and and some might be happy. I mean, we're sports players. Of course we might win, we might lose, but we keep pressing forward."

Mr: "I mean, we're pretty likeable characters but not everyone is rooting for us, y'know?"

"Well... I guess you're right. Can't please everyone, eh?"

Mr: "Yeah. I mean, if you've ever watched anything competitive there's the team you're rooting for and the one you aren't. We're not always going to win, but that's fine."

"Yeah... yeah, you're right!"

Mr: "It can't always be gold."

(Lian seems to have regained his confidence.)

Mr: "You feel better now?"

"Yeah! I sure do!"

Mr: "Good."
*Mr took a sip of water*

Lian, quietly to himself: "I can't believe all those people cheered for us..."

*Mr didn't hear that, but noticed Lian was deep in thought*
Mr: "..? You ok?"

"Y-yeah... yeah, I'm great!"

Mr: "Good!"

"I was just... thinking about that match..."

Mr: "..what exactly about the match?"

"I- I just... can't believe everybody was cheering for us..."

Mr: "We did great! Why wouldn't they? Our first fight was flawless!"

"I'm not used to that much praise..."

Mr: Think about it like this: we just did a performance. There was a stage and a crowd. It was performance. Of course we're going to be applauded!"

(Grubba leads the two back to his office.)
"Now... I'm sure you know this already, son, but there ain't but one world champion. Clawin' your way to the top an' takin' the belt to become champ ain't an easy thing... But that's the point, son! Wouldn't be worth it if there weren't no challenge! I can see you got the fire for it, too, pard! You got the eye of the tiger, there! Yer gonna be champ, I can just FEEL it! I ain't never been so sure about a fighter!"

Mr: "Wow.. thanks!"

"Oh! Hey! One last thing. You gotta sign an itty-bitty contract to be a fighter. It ain't nothing, just take a second or two of yer time. Just jot your name here, okay?"

Mr: "Alright.."
*Mr is a smart man and knows where the most important stuff usually is. He scans the contract for anything that might be important. He found..*

(Nothing suspicious at all!)

*He signed the paper and handed it to Lian*

(Lian signs it as well. He has surprisingly neat handwriting.)

*Mr handed the paper to Mr. Grubbo*
Mr: "nice handwriting, Lian"

(Mr. Grubba takes the two out into the hallway. First, he leads them to a fancy, gold-accented room with presents, weights, framed pictures of Rawk Hawk, and a very soft and comfy looking bed.)
Mr. Grubba: "Now, how you like THIS, pard? Just feast your eyes, go on! This... is the champion's room."

*Mr is awestruck*

Lian: "W-w-wow..."
Mr. Grubba: "Isn't it a sight? Deee-luxe! You become champ, son, and you get the key to this room! That ain't all, of course! That's on TOP of the big money and screamin' fans! Yeah, no doubt about it, son! Apply yourself an' a life of wealth and comfort awaits!"

Mr: "This.. this is crazy.."

(Mr. Grubba exits the champ's room, and leads the two to a slightly above-average-looking locker room with a red and white checkerboard floor, a comfy-ish-looking bench, and a pretty average looking bed. There are several fighters walking around, seemingly talking about their previous and upcoming matches.)

*Mr is taking in the sights*

"Whatcha think, son? Huh? Not exactly glamorous, but its clean and comfortable. Totally sanitary, too. I'm old-fashioned, but I CARE about my fighters, darn it!"

Mr: "You've sure got a nice place here.."

"Well, fighters need a nice place to cool down after their fights!"

Mr: "You really do take great care of your fighters."

(Lian points at a door.)
"That's where the magic happens! And by the magic, I mean the beatdowns."

*Mr looked around*
Mr: "Wow.."

"A-alright, ready?"

Mr: "Yeah."

"A-again, after you!"

Mr: "Alright."
*Mr went in*

(Lian follows. It seems a match has just started. The Koopinator (left) is fighting Rawk Hawk (right).)

Mr: "Huh. These are some interesting characters. Who are they?"

"W-well, on the left is The Koopinator! He's ranked #1! And he's fighting Rawk Hawk, the champion!"

Mr: "Oh, interesting!"

[i was thinking we could timeskip to the final match of the minor league]

*k*

(The two are in their locker room after the second-to-last match of the minor-league.)

"...that was quite a fight, wasn't it?"

"Whew, yeah!"

"He sure put up a good fight!"

(He checks the rankings, and his face immediately lights up.)
"M-Mr... this next fight is our last battle of the minor-league. If we win, we move on to the major-league."

"...no way."

"Yeah!!"

"Wow. That's.. that's wild."

"Okay, I... I think I want to try to be a fighter."

Mr: "Sounds like a good idea!"

"W-wait, really...?"

Mr: "I mean, why not?"

"I- I'm... kinda weak..."

Mr: "I don't believe that! And even if you were, you'll get stronger over time!"

"W-well... I guess you're right!"

Mr: "Yeah!"

"Okay! I- I'm doing it!"

Mr: "Yeah!"

(Jolene leaves the room.)
Lian: "W-we should get to know everyone in this room!"

Mr: "Yeah. They'll probably know the ropes."

(King K walks up to the two.)
King K: "Hey. You the new fighters?"

Mr: "Yeah."
*Thinking* "Wow. Word sure gets around fast"

"I'm King K. Nice to meet you, dog. What's your name?"

Mr: "Uhh.. I'm the Bagheaded Bruiser!"

"Nice to meet ya, B-dog. Who's your curly-headed friend behind you?"