[b]Boxing Club[/b]

All right! Everyone was prepared for the incoming oration that was going to be swiftly delivered. Mickey, wanted to get through the speech quickly. After all, he needed to prepare the boxers for upcoming events, such as Boxermania. And more importantly, Mickey desperately wanted to change out of the cheerleading uniform. After all, he was prepared for boxing and having a fun time, that wouldn't involve doing cheers from the sideline. That was Misaki's thing, not one of the things Mickey liked doing. Being a body-morpher truly had its downsides, such as this. It always seemed that one or the other was set up for what the other one wanted to do, but what they themselves did not. It could've be worse, as Misaki and Mickey could've been arguing out loud with each other. However, fortunately that was not the case, as Mickey needed to do the speech and engage in club related activity. As long as there was no reason for Misaki to be needed all would be well. 

He gazed upon the crowd, when he swore he heard the jangling of swords entering the room followed by some decree or another. However, the situation seemed to be solved or at least placated, due to Roy's intervention. Whatever it may have been it could be dealt with later, as soon as the change of attire was completed. Quickly dropping the pom poms onto the ground, Mickey returned his gaze to them as he cleared his throat. It was time to go through the quick speech. After all, there was practicing that needed to be done.

[color=0054a6]"AIGHT! I'mma make this real quick like. CAUSE WE ALL KNOW WHAT WE ARE HERE FOR! Also I need to change..."[/color] Mickey's comments on the attire were drowned out by the eagerness of the participants. The throes of roaring began, they were ready. They were ready to take their place in the ring. Misaki smirked at them as she held out a hand. Yes, seeing the cavalcade of gimmicks and colorful outfits always brought a sense of joy. How could it not? 

These men and women were trying to become something bigger than themselves, and certainly more than a simple fighter. Calling upon all the flash and pizzazz they could muster, they knew they had become noticeable to the crowd. If they didn't they knew they would fade away into obscurity, as they didn't have much time to make themselves as noticeable as they'd like. No, they had to be quick to the draw in scoring attention from the masses, and distinguish themselves from their even flashier brethren in order to truly become special. And how could Misaki not support that? She would cheer on their accomplishments, especially those who attracted the adoration of the crowds. Well, unless a different role was needed to be cheered on of course. 

[color=0054a6]"Point one, well we all know that, moving on. Gonna cover the news, next time after that new match-you know the one we're talking about some time ago."[/color] Mickey took in a quick breath, [color=0054a6]"And the rules that are gonna be mentioned at this particular meeting are the Queensbury Classics."[/color]

Mickey took in a quick breath as he began quickly reciting the Queensbury Rules. [color=0054a6]"To be a fair stand-up boxing match in a 24-foot ring, or as near that size as practicable. No wrestling or hugging or foreign objects allowed in a match. The rounds are to be of three minutes' duration, and one minute's time between rounds. If either man falls through weakness or otherwise, he must get up unassisted, 10 seconds to be allowed him to do so, the other man meanwhile to return to his corner, and when the fallen man is on his legs the round is to be resumed and continued until the three minutes have expired. If one man fails to come to the scratch in the 10 seconds allowed, it shall be in the power of the referee to give his award in favour of the other man. A man hanging on the ropes in a helpless state, with his toes off the ground, shall be considered down."[/color]

The Captain paused as another breath was taken. The speedy dialogue was continued once more. [color=0054a6]"No seconds or any other person to be allowed in the ring during the rounds. Should the contest be stopped by any unavoidable interference, the referee to name the time and place as soon as possible for finishing the contest; so that the match must be won and lost, unless the backers of both men agree to draw the stakes. The gloves to be fair-sized boxing gloves of the best quality and new. Should a glove burst, or come off, it must be replaced to the referee's satisfaction. A man on one knee is considered down and if struck is entitled to the stakes. That no shoes or boots with spikes or sprigs be allowed. The contest in all other respects to be governed by revised London Prize Ring Rules."[/color] Leaning forward, Kurosawa released a quick exhale.

[color=0054a6]"Whooo."[/color] Mickey took in a quick inhale, before continuing on with the speech. [color=0054a6]"Okay. And as for sparring, wait for when you are called out by [b]ROY, OUR BOY[/b], and then start sparring. 'Til then, go fetch a rope or bag and keep practicing, and also importantly practice your speech-craft! LET'S GET READY TO FUCKING RUMBLE!"[/color] Kurosawa declared with an eager leap upwards. The assorted cast gave another hooray, as they began rushing out of the locker rooms, so they could get their turn to face each other in the ring.

And now, Kurosawa Mickey had a chance to change. [color=0054a6]"They better not need me as Misaki...Ring-girl better not be sick."[/color] was quickly grumbled out as shoes were being pulled off. Soon Kurosawa would be able to continue to check up on various important matters at hand, along with needed choreographing, especially with those who were not that talented with coming up with dialogue on the fly. After all, the pre-match interview was a sacred rite, and Mickey didn't want it sullied by not having members prepared to giving outstanding responses and quips against their opponent. Mickey knew there was be much to done; and he was prepared to keep things run smoothly.