A Dilapidated Meeting. (with 321shazam)

[SubtleRoar]

"Come on! Put up a fight!" *A slovenly drunk shouted from deep within the sea of other, equally inebriated spectators as the fight transpiring before them just wasn't living up to their expectations. The ridiculed performers included a silver-haired genius, who hadn't been taking his adversary for the evening, a tall, ravishing blonde with a propensity towards kicks, very seriously. Clad in a pair of tan trunks, wrist and foot wraps included, he appeared to be in his own element: Kickboxing. Both had been exchanging blows within the metallic octagon, which was unstable and rickety on its best days, as the ornery patrons began tossing various insults at both of them for their amusement.* "Oh yeah? You want to see this bitch kiss the canvas?" *Lex gestured towards his opponent, whom he had outboxed and outlasted throughout the entirety of their bout, as she shot him a menacing leer from across the ring.* "D..don't you..f..fucking say that!" *She barked, noticeably winded from the onslaught of shots he had delivered earlier in the fray.*

The lady of the evening-

*Having detected just a vestige of weakness lingering within her voice, Lex continued to feign strikes in the blonde bombshell's direction, causing her to tense up at the sight of his remarkably fast movement.* "Aww, look- She's trying to predict what I'm going to do next. Isn't she cute everyone?" *He mercilessly mocked her natural defense mechanism, only forcing the golden pugilist to furiously charge forward and toss a blind haymaker in his direction- Something he would narrowly dodge, continuing to snicker under her breath all the while.*