Jogarl reeled back from the headbutt. When he was hit in the sides he belched loudly in Destrin's face. It was foul, so foul his vision turned green and he felt like he could literally see stink lines. Then he grabbed Destrin by the shoulders and hoisted him to a standing position. He grappled with him trying to overpower the tactician. All around people were either cheering or holding back wanting to vomit from the smells.
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Destrin wanted to open his mouth and say 'oh god,' but his superior instincts told him doing so would be an even worse move, so managed to keep his cool and also his mouth shut. Lurching to his feet, Destrin worked on trying to slip out of the larger man's grip and instead whirl around him, sprinting for another table. If successful, he'd jump on top of it, turn around to face Jogarl, take a few steps back, and jump toward Jogarl, going for an elbow-drop.
He slipped out of Jogarl's grip. After that he chased behind Destrin but old Jogarl was too slow. Destrin launched off the table and got him square across the jaw. They both hit the ground and Jogarl lifted Destrin from behind and grabbed him. He was setting up a Schwarzemarshen suplex for the table next to them. "I AM THE KING!" Jogarl belched out loudly. Thankfully this time Destrin wasn't facing him. At the edges of his vision were still tinges of green.
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Destrin looked at the table all like, 'oh shit' and balled up, getting ready to be smashed into the table. Or smashed through it, anyway. As another table splintered with Destrin still on it, the Baron kicked up, twisted, and looked to sock Jogarl in the jaw while his guard was down. "WELL AH CROWN YA KING O' THA BITCHES, BITCH!"
He crashed through the table. It hurt like hell and he smashed head first through it. He bared through the pain and gave Jogarl a good jab to the jaw. Giving him a jabberjaw. The stinky tactician reeled back in pain and opened his mouth wide. "Aaahhhhrrrrggg! My teef! You bwoke my teef! Why I aughda-" From outta nowhere the Knight Captain jumped forward and tackled Jogarl to the ground. The bartender shouted. "Oh my gods we've got a new challenger!" Then from behind the Knight Captaiin the Lowlands Captain smashed a chair over his back. "Wow that's gotta hurt, another challenger!"
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Destrin grinned and limped back to the outskirts to watch the battle between the Knight Captain and the Mercenary Captain, "Yeeeah, a fight! Let's 'ave a fight!" Destrin grinned and gunned down another beer, then leaned back. Finally things were getting appropriately rowdy. He glanced over to see the minstrels work their art. It'd probably be important to fix Jogarl's teeth, but that could be done later.
Both captains started punching each other back and forth until the Lowlands Captain caught the other's fist and flipped him over her shoulder. Jogarl charged at Destrin with his mouth open chomping down over and over again. His arms were spinning like windmills, the ultimate offensive defense. More and more people started running in and flipping tables and punching each other as the bartender bellowed out "It's a royal rumble!"
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Ah, crap, Destrin thought, Magic's out o' tha question. Still, there was one move all true wrestling pros knew to rely on when the going got rough, a bastion of solidarity--The absolute pinnacle of wrestling technique. Destrin sprung to the side, grabbed the back of his chair, and swung it for Jogarl's mid-section! "It's a tables, ladders, an' chairs royal-rumble match!"
The Baron was willing to accept the risks, knew that if he wasn't careful, Cassandra could easily turn this into a Hell In the Cell match, where only one man could stand victorious among a sea of fallen wrestlers, but it was a risk he was willing to take. To become the greatest. To surpass even The One Who Shall Not Be Named In An Announcer Voice, who was theorized to actually exist upon any world where wrestling existed. "Oraaaaaaa!"
Jogarl doubled over in pain and threw up all over the floor creating a sticky slick surface. An in the ring hazard. He looked to be losing consciousness. The bards started playing faster and faster straining their fingers. A knife flew past Destrin's head and he could see someone had a staff they were using to beat others down. The rumble was getting completely out of control. Though one saving grace is the bartender threw a sole step ladder into the middle of the floor. Ensuring the match did indeed have at least on ladder.
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Destrin hauled him over to the side and gestured to Grecious and Cassandra, "Get tha oaf ta a bed, will ya? 'E took on someone out o' his league!" At that, Destrin gave a savage roar and jumped into the fray, grabbing the other end of the staff and forcibly raising the fellow by the other end, spinning him around using it. "Bow down ta tha Baron o' Wrestling!"
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