A meeting of foreigners. (For Yori)

“Oh, really? That's pretty cool. I don't know what I will be doing down the line. I can't ever see myself teaching people to wrestle though… or running a business. That sound really really complicated.” Leah glanced upward, really mulling over everything that would go inter trying to start up a business like that. It was u likely her expectations really mirrored reality, but they were just as lofty. She gave a small shake of her head, dismissing the thought with a smile.

“Tension is my first real experience with something so competitive. So far I have been doing pretty good, I think at least.” Leah clasped her hands behind her back, idly bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet. Standing still didn't really seem like something she did well, ever the font of energy bubbling over.

There was very little about what made up the whole of Edgar that spoke to the overbearing bravado one would normally associate with the meatheads from back in the school days. He lacked the build, the outspoken nature, and while he may have been rather prickly it had been in service of his own personal code. The lackadaisical morals that were being presented to his sister were a detriment, especially with how easily influenced she was and he would almost always cut them off.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Edgar remarked offhandedly, dismissing the offer of a match. His casual brushing off of facing former champion's hadn't gone unnoticed however as Leah turned to shoot him a look. Those big puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. She was trying to lay it on thick. Today however, he wasn't having it. He had already expended his quota of fucks given with these two, and didn't seem willing to humor them further.

“I think that sounds like a pretty cool experience…” Leah gave the floor a light kick, looking sheepishly sidelong to her brother. He seemed unmoved, which was slightly upsetting. It wasn't uncommon for him to not play nice with others and most of the time she couldn't really convince him to stay in the company of others let alone do something as in-depth as a match.

“Botching dives. That explains a lot.” Edgar snorted softly, chin tilting up slightly as he cast a slightly smug glace across the way at Ryan taking a pot shot at the man’s personality this far. While he didn't seem to have a high tolerance any longer, he didn't seem terribly phased by anything really, most of it rolling off his back.

“I’m sure a bunch of hot shots won't have any issue finding matches without picking on a rookie like my sister here.” Edgar set a hand lightly on Leah’s shoulder, giving it a light pat. Leah’s brow furrowed, thinking on what her brother had said before looking curiously back to Lucy and Ryan. Edgar wore a way smirk, gaze flitting between the two before him.

Edgar's hands slipped away from Leah’s shoulders to rest at his side, idly drumming a palm lightly on his thigh as if keeping beat to a song in his head. “Hey man, if you like getting thrashed, that's your thing. More power to you, champ. Can't say anything in the ring is worth risking my neck jumping off things like a looney. Risk, reward. At sound point you gotta wonder how many people are watching because you do stuff like that and how many just want to see you eat shit and break your neck or something. Pretty dark stuff. But I’m sure that doesn't bother you at all.” He spoke as if what he had to say we're simply lighthearted conversation in passing, seeming unmoved by the nature of the challenge.

Leah had remained quiet, simply listening and looking back and forth between the two behind her. She likely would have shot her brother a look as well, but it would have been awkward and obvious were she just to wheel around to eye him. She understood Ed’s concerns that it was possible she was being taking advantage of, but did it really matter? In truth, she would throw herself up against just about anyone so long as she could say with a degree of certainty they weren't looking to actively hurt her. Hell she would even…

Leah’s thought process came to a screeching halt when Ryan jabbed at her brother again, questioning his legitimacy. Things like this were pretty common in wrestling. In fact, a lot of this could have translated directly into a promo. The issue was, Edgar deep down, wasn't really a wrestler. It was true he knew how to wrestle and employed some move and holds between his punches, but at the end of the day he was a brawler more than a entertainer. She knew this, but the two across from her hadn't the faintest idea.

Edgar did little more than arch a brow, stepping out from behind Leah. He didn't seem to regard Ryan very highly with an air of dismissal waiting for the challenge. Perhaps the whole macho bravado thing worked on other people, but he didn't really care about his self image, especially when it came to strangers. It wasn't like they had the power to take anything away from him. The things he had done, people he left laid out, experiences he worked through. Ryan and Lucy knew nothing about him really and he wasn't feeling like share much. However, maybe just a little bit.

“This whole tag thing you got going on is cute. Goad me, praise her. Bravo. If you had a mic in your hands and an arena of people around you, I am sure some of the mouth breather would buy into that all.” Edgar made a slow sweeping gesture, motioning around them at the various noises of the arcade and people going about their own business, paything the four of them next to no mind.

“I don't put on an act. I just am. There is no turning that off.” Edgar gave a small, lighthearted shrug. With that, he started to turn away as if to leave, when suddenly he whirled back around, fist flying to attempt to sucker punch Ryan square in the jaw. Regardless if the blow landed, he would prompt thrust his boot out to try and shove the man away, into one of the pachinko cabinets to create some distance. “Don’t need a ring, just someone’s face to cave in!”

Leah let out a scream at the sudden outburst of violence, but she was only momentarily surprised. It wasn't as if this was the first time Edgar had started a fist fight in an arcade, it's why they were banned from a few of them already in the city. She immediately grabbed for him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist to try and yank him back, struggling to keep him from lunging in for another. “Stop! Ed! Stop!"