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[Vince Cooper]

He had won. It had felt so good. Vince Cooper, down in the last round, won adjacent the giant. It was really a David and Goliath situation. Lamont Fenris had been God. He had given him the means to the defeat the man. The end had gone like this: Vince was down. He was almost done. Lamont had whispered a few words into his ear. Form then, Vince exposed the man's weaknesses and was able to pull out a full knockout: a loose jaw. 

The pyro had been steaming by the end. Once the man was down he kept the same expression he'd walking in with. Calm and solemn, Vince pulled his shirt over his sweat covered body and cashed out. He rushed out the door before the crowd made it out, duffle bag stuffed full with cash. He threw it over his shoulder and hurried around to the side of the building and sat down on an empty crate near the garbage. 

The adrenaline was still pumping. The crowd had roared in Vince's favor unanimously. As they fled out he heard people shout about how they knew he would win. He hated the crowd for that. They took the winning side no matter the circumstance. 

As they all hopped in their cars and left - rowdy as ever - Vince heard the side door of the building speak open and slam shut behind someone. He sat up against the outside wall in the shadows with his hand glowing red over his soar shoulder. He lowered his head to keep the attention away from some drunken oaf wanting an autograph or waiting to give some congratulation. 

Vince wasn't proud of the win. He felt that he'd tarnished the whole sport of boxing.

[Cora Vikander]

Cora had only recently grown interested in the underground fight matches. Now, she wasn't one for blood and gore, but there was something extremely raw and emotional about watching two people fight freely, both fighting to win. What they were winning didn't really matter. At least, to Cora it was more about the deed itself. It seemed like a great way to get out a lot of excessive anger.

The crowd was cheering while she was sitting at the back, carefully watching. Making sure she wasn't seen. Right now, she wanted to observe and collect her thoughts. Conversing was something she could do whenever, having time to yourself, however, was something much rarer.

The fight eventually ended and the crowd when nuts. They claimed their victor and everyone started departing. She could notice the winner sneak out before the rest, clearly wanting some peace and quiet. She couldn't blame him, really. But, she too, started moving as the last of the crowd had started leaving. Though, instead of following them, she went through the door close to where the man had left.

Stepping out, the brunette tossed the man a quick glance before fishing out a pack of cigarettes. She flipped one out and put it to her lips and lit it. She didn't speak. She simply observed him curiously. She wondered why he did all of this if he didn't want the attention. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked, gesturing towards the cigarette she'd lit. Though, it wasn't as if she really cared one way or another. It was nothing more than a conversation starter.