[ Her vision clears as the opponent advances on her-- but Catra's eyes dart around the room, trying to spot Jason. She rolls out of the way of another kick, but it's distracted, not her usual form. There's a growl from the other guy that sounds like "Hey, where are you looking?" as Catra desperately scans every other face around her except the one she's fighting. ]
What, you going to ruin THIS for me too?!
[ She pays dearly for the second it takes to compose and send that message, taking another kick to the side of her ribs the moment after she does so. ]
( he's there, red hood on over his face and sitting on a nice, lofty couch in an uncrowded area. legs spread, arms over the back of the couch. commanding with his presence rather than anything else. jason is well aware of how places like this work, he doesn't mind putting on a bit of a show if it keeps assholes from causing a scene.
and then there's catra. )
don't lose your focus i've got money riding on you winning
[ Ohhhhh, haha. This fucker. Catra lets out a low, unstable-sounding laugh in the arena as she dodges another swing, getting back into her momentum. Having no idea what he's done to cause it, her opponent actually looks at her in startled confusion, momentarily taken-aback.
Catra's desire to always win wars terribly with her desire not to let Jason earn a single rotten cent off her. For the briefest of seconds she almost considers throwing the match. Losing on purpose, just to spite him. ... But she can't do it. Her pride won't allow it.
So there's only one other option. Make him regret it. ]
[ Catra's stance shifts in the ring. Her expression changes from unhinged to deadly serious. And then before anyone can blink, she's fighting back with a kind of deadly intent and seriousness she's never really unleashed in New Amsterdam before. Before when she fought in the rings, she always had fun with it. Never went too far. Mostly kept her claws out only for threat. Was always content to just dodge and lead whoever she was fighting on a merry chase around the ring, trashtalking and laughing and then ending it with a few clean hits when they finally tired themselves out.
There's nothing clean about this. This makes Catra's previous matches look like she was only playing. Oh, the other guy gets in a few good punches towards the end, but Catra is almost impossible to hit for a normal person and gives back twice as good as she gets, her blows always landing with precision in vital areas and her claws sinking deep when she gets the opportunity. It gets... bloody. The crowd actually goes quiet at one point. The stupid idiot she's facing doesn't give the signal to resign until she's slashed two of his tendons, by which point she's covered in both her own blood and his.
Catra growls and gives him another kick for good measure, by which point the crowd boos and what passes for a ref here takes his life in his hands for a second to try and restrain her. She shakes him off and spits out some blood on the ground, to further boos. She looks up at them, snarling-- ]
Oh, you got a problem with that?
[ Her eyes find Jason again through the crowd. They follow her gaze. ]
Then why don't you take it up with the management.
( what a terrible idea, catra. honestly: jason doesn't bet on fights anymore. one, his id is tagged to any payment he makes and part of his role here is to be an absolute nobody. no one in the know can know he's jason todd, loki's side piece. that's the whole goddamn point of establishing being his house spouse. otherwise, jason would never. catra gets fucking brutal and jason doesn't get up to stop it. not yet. she's angry at him, he knows. but her showing that much power just gives him that much more ammo when he either manages to take her down or
get her back on his side, slightly less brutal. whichever. she fucking tears that guy apart and turns her eyes over to him and. jason smirks. she can't see it, nobody can see it, but it's there. if she listens carefully, she can hear it behind the voice module when he speaks. )
[ Catra stalks off and out the door, people scrambling to get out of her way as she goes, looking a right mess. ]
YOU'RE the one who decided to mess with me in the middle of a fight! What, was I supposed to just lie down and take it??
Why shouldn't I call you out? It's YOUR fault this happened. What're you gonna do to me? Huh? Fight me again? Bring it. I'll fight you any time, any where. Oh, or maybe you'll make it so I can't have fun in the one place I actually felt at home in here in this shithole! OH WAIT, YOU ALREADY DID THAT.
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Date: 2020-04-27 06:48 am (UTC)What, you going to ruin THIS for me too?!
[ She pays dearly for the second it takes to compose and send that message, taking another kick to the side of her ribs the moment after she does so. ]
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Date: 2020-04-29 04:28 pm (UTC)and then there's catra. )
don't lose your focus
i've got money riding on you winning
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Date: 2020-04-29 05:49 pm (UTC)Catra's desire to always win wars terribly with her desire not to let Jason earn a single rotten cent off her. For the briefest of seconds she almost considers throwing the match. Losing on purpose, just to spite him. ... But she can't do it. Her pride won't allow it.
So there's only one other option. Make him regret it. ]
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Date: 2020-04-29 05:54 pm (UTC)There's nothing clean about this. This makes Catra's previous matches look like she was only playing. Oh, the other guy gets in a few good punches towards the end, but Catra is almost impossible to hit for a normal person and gives back twice as good as she gets, her blows always landing with precision in vital areas and her claws sinking deep when she gets the opportunity. It gets... bloody. The crowd actually goes quiet at one point. The stupid idiot she's facing doesn't give the signal to resign until she's slashed two of his tendons, by which point she's covered in both her own blood and his.
Catra growls and gives him another kick for good measure, by which point the crowd boos and what passes for a ref here takes his life in his hands for a second to try and restrain her. She shakes him off and spits out some blood on the ground, to further boos. She looks up at them, snarling-- ]
Oh, you got a problem with that?
[ Her eyes find Jason again through the crowd. They follow her gaze. ]
Then why don't you take it up with the management.
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Date: 2020-05-02 05:51 am (UTC)get her back on his side, slightly less brutal. whichever. she fucking tears that guy apart and turns her eyes over to him and. jason smirks. she can't see it, nobody can see it, but it's there. if she listens carefully, she can hear it behind the voice module when he speaks. )
Y'know we got rules here, right kitty?
( kitty. but he sends her a text moments after. )
you know this only makes shit more fun, right?
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Date: 2020-05-02 06:06 am (UTC)[ She makes a move as if to start towards Jason, but The Muscle intercept her, standing in her way. Catra growls, but then backs down. ]
WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM???
I was MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS
FUCK. OFF.
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Date: 2020-05-03 05:11 am (UTC)( look at the mess catra left him. )
publicly calling me out like that was a shit idea
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Date: 2020-05-03 05:29 am (UTC)YOU'RE the one who decided to mess with me in the middle of a fight! What, was I supposed to just lie down and take it??
Why shouldn't I call you out? It's YOUR fault this happened. What're you gonna do to me? Huh? Fight me again? Bring it. I'll fight you any time, any where. Oh, or maybe you'll make it so I can't have fun in the one place I actually felt at home in here in this shithole! OH WAIT, YOU ALREADY DID THAT.
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Date: 2020-05-03 08:08 pm (UTC)you're the one who mutilated a guy and ruined your own fun
( and now he has to clean up her mess, thanks catra. )
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Date: 2020-05-03 08:20 pm (UTC)✓ Read 5:10pm