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Jab, jab, hook-cross. Jab, jab, hook-cross. For all the impressive strength behind his punches, Rodrigo's opponent had a habit of falling into, well, a habit. Jab, jab, hook-cross. Stutter step - a feint, able to drop back or press forward after the cross. Jab, jab, hook-cross, stutter step. Let him punch; Americans always had that bit of arrogance that made them weak to counters. After jab twenty four, immediately upon his opponent launching his hook, Rodrigo pounced. He'd baited the combo punch and he knew that his opponent would launch both on instinct. As the hook smacked into Rodrigo's right hand, he surged forward on his opponent's rear side as the cross was being launched and threw a very weighty bolo right into the weak chin of the American in front of him. Every punch that Rodrigo had thrown during the match felt like it turned his opponent's legs to jelly. Almost like there were two punches in one, like each hit was its own miniature little tremor. He didn't have to wait for the count to know the truth: El Cid claimed his victory. --------- His next fight would be in three weeks, and the stakes could only be just a bit higher - a chance to fight for two championships in one go. His American career was brief, but ten knockouts and an impressive Cuban career meant that even if he was a bit of a late bloomer, Rodrigo was being given a chance to make a lot of money and a lot of prestige. A championship boxer. The thought of winning overwhelmed Rodrigo. The thought of reaching the top was ... anxiety. It was a mess. And that anxious mess of a man, capable of ending a career in a single blow but not capable of finishing his date halfway through without pretending like there was a promotional event he'd forgotten about to bail, ended up walking past a crowded museum. "Sterling? Is that you, my boy?" Rodrigo's head perked up a bit to see through the crowd at mention of his last name, and there he was: Frank Ruiz, the promoter. "Frank? What's all this about?" He asked quickly. "They're unveiling the body of a saint. They say it was found during the Steel Ball Run - I told you all about that, didn't I? Ah, well, no worries, come with me! I can introduce you to a few people." Rodrigo shook his head no, but that wasn't enough. "Then I'll let you in so you can clear your head. I know how it works, you're nervous. Maybe some guidance from the Lord will help, eh?" No wasn't going to be an answer, apparently, so he headed inside and found the not-quite-unveiled body of the corpse a bit too crowded. One reporter broke away from the crowd and started hassling someone who looked vaguely familiar. An answer, a reply from someone else - very quickly, his worries melted away from his mind, his curiosity got the better of him, and Rodrigo found himself slowly walking towards the group of people. He almost didn't even know he was taking any steps.

Pac-Guy: Christmas Special - 'Tis the Season to Not be in Season Pac-Guy: Atomic Edition - Pac-Man on Steroids... ON STEROIDS! Welcome back to TharPG! 'Tis the season to... not be in season. But who cares? This is Pac-Guy, so nothing makes sense anyway. So after the last episode, here's a little holiday special before even summer begins: Was gonna wait until next month for the "Christmas in July" joke, but eh, I'm impatient. So now that that's out of the way, let's move on to something that takes the original up a notch. Basically, imagine taking that character from the previous game and give him... a BIGGER GUN. Yeah, this ain't a joke. This is literally Pac-Man on steroids... on steroids. Granted, the levels are much smaller and there are much fewer of them, but the enemies are upgraded and each shot is explosive. But what you wouldn't expect from something as spin-offish as this is the ending which ties it to the sequel... Watch to the end and stay tuned!

Kace watched as The American Museum of Natural History slowly started getting more and more packed. Of course, Kace was there early, even before the museum was open. It was part of his job, after all, to be here and make sure everything went smoothly. He stood near one of the walls, decked in full security guard uniform alongside others. There were more guards here than usual, he noted. It made sense, though, considering the circumstances. Today was the day they pulled out that dusty skeleton from its tomb or something. Truth be told, Kace didn't give much of a shit about all of this. The only thing he knew was that he had a job to do, as he crossed his arms. The amount of people was a bit troublesome, as it made it harder to signal out any trouble makers, especially those with a stand. Still, this wasn't the first nor last time he'd have to deal with a large crowd like this - after all, he had been a bouncer at least twice in the past month alone. He'd especially have to keep tabs on that Joestar girl. It wasn't just her lineage that concerned him, he wasn't sure what it was, but he had a gut feeling about her. And his gut was never wrong.

God and Humility "You know, they're revealing the body of a saint, today. At that fancy museum I always pass on the way to work," Raeni said as she put the final pin a flowing wedding gown. "Do you want to see it?" Patricia was finishing the last bite of her bammy, wiping the crumbs from her face. "Mama, you know I don't believe in that stuff. God, saints, religion... it's not for me. I'm not a little girl anymore." Raeni chuckled softly. She picked up the gown and carried it over to her bedroom where she drew a large metal hanger from her closet. She placed the gown on the hangar before returning to the living room. "I'm not asking you to become an ordained minister, child. I just think it would be a nice outing. A chance to learn a bit and experience some... other culture." Patricia sighed. As strong willed as her mother was, she knew there was no way she would get out of going to this museum today. "I don't particularly care for white culture, but I can see how set you are on going." She shrugged. "I'll go. But next time, I get to pick our outing," she said with a cheeky grin. Raeni grabbed her purse from the bedside table as fast as she could. As she returned to the living room, she patted her daughter on the back. "It's a deal. Come. There's sure to be a crowd at this thing." Patricia threw a fanny pack over her shoulders and followed her mother out of the door. In Living Color "Wow! There's quite a crowd," Raeni noticed. "The entire city must be here!" Patricia groaned. "I really don't want to wade through all of these people." "Just take my hand, Pattie! Come, come, we've got to get a better look!" Raeni insisted. She didn't wait for Patricia to complain any more. Raeni took Patricia by the hand and began pushing her way forward. "Excuse me, pardon me!" she called out to others as she squeezed through them. Finally, Raeni and Patricia had neared the front of the exhibit. "Look! It must be under that cloth!" Raeni said excitedly. "Mama, it's a dead body of a religious guy. Those can be seen all over the city," Patricia said as she rolled her eyes. "Such blasphemy, child. I'll let it slide this time," Raeni said, not taking her eyes off of the exhibit. "How much longer until they finally reveal this saint?" she wondered aloud.