DapperDogman
The Banished One
The doors open slowly as the man from before returns, ushering the pair in "I got you both some front row seats for the fight going on right now" he says, smiling slightly as he turns, walking across the wide lobby and opening the first door on the left, which bore a sign above it, lit up in bright neon. 'Tier 4: Superhumans' it says in it's bright, blocky lettering "Gentlemen. Welcome to The Fifth Circle" their guide says, right as the opening chords to a song began to play as the lights in the room dimmed down slowly.
He escorted them to their seats as the music begins to play, a spotlight opening on a man who entered from the far side of the room, raising both of his arms in a cross formation "SUIT UP" he yells in synch with his 'theme'
It was clear from the metallic sheen of his arms this was no regular man. Along with the lyrics to his song of choice, he was clearly some form of cyborg, bright lights and thin lasers shot from his arms. He shadow dodges a few times, before leaping over the ropes in a single bound, landing with a typical 'superhero landing' and grinning.
The crowd seems to love this guy, cheering and loud whoops emerge from the seats behind the trio as the man leans over and speaks, inside the minds of the pair, "He's quite the showman, isn't he? He's challenging the current champion for this division, but he's actually the champion in the Tier 3: Metahumans bracket, this is a sold out event"
His opponent emerges, though his entrance was decidedly less showy. In fact, he didn't have any music or even put on much of a show on the way to the ring.
He did however stop and motion to the sidelines as someone steps forward and slams a bat against his arm. The crowd cheers loudly as the bat is gripped in his other hand and splintered into tiny fragments when he headbutts it. It seems this guy was less of a showman, more a fighter.
The second fighter enters the ring and the announcer gives a small speech, distinct only due to the fact he states that The Fifth Circle only has one rule
"Keep it in the ring, gentlemen"
The bell rings and the fight begins. It's slow to start, the traditional circling and sizing up goes on, before the cyborg lashes out at the other fighter, landing a thudding blow to his left forearm, in less than a second, a counter had been delivered the cyborg's own left arm, which seemed to send him stumbling back slightly. The second fighter looked perfectly normal, but to Lucario, his aura would flare up massively after taking a hit.
The cyborg laughs as he begins to throw more punches, faster this time. His foe seems to opt simply for blocking the barrage by raising both his arms and simply taking the brunt of the beating.
The cyborg steps back, winding up a huge left hook, only to be suddenly caught with a thunderous jab. He barely blocks it with his right arm, only to have it left a sparking, fizzing stump. Now down an arm, the cyborg quickly backs up, detaching what was left of the arm from the stump of his right arm, and chuckling to himself. Small metal bits littered the ring, and a few had spilt out onto the floor, which were being picked up by people int he front row. It seemed the crowds here took pride in keeping small keepsakes from these fights. You could wonder how many teeth had been kept over this place's history.
The cyborg reaches back for another strike and grins as his foe raises his arms to block. The strike skims along his arms and catches him in the upper chest, causing his foe to recoil slightly. It seems for a moment like the cyborg had won a small victory, but his grin was wiped clean from his face as his foe suddenly bobs downwards and brings his hand up, knocking his foe's jaw and sending him onto his ass.
The fight continues like this for some time. After the first bell, the cyborg receives a replacement for his arm, and the fight becomes a lot more interesting as the cyborg chips away at his foe's impressive defence, and the strange man continues taking the hits and dealing out single massive blows.
After three long rounds of this riveting combat, the cyborg's foe seems to be content with the length of the fight, and relaxes his stance, before catching one of the cyborg's strikes in his hand, and slamming the back of his other fist against his foe's cheek, sending him reeling, and knocking him out.
A count isn't even needed, as the man lays immobile for a few long moments, and the bell is rung.
"Your winner, and still the champion of the Tier 4 Superhumans Bracket is Backlash!" the announcer cries
"So, what do you think? This the sort of thing you'd be comfortable with for work? Of course, you decide when and who you fight. And something tells me foes of this calibre are a little too much for your first fights."
Mythias
YellowTemperence
He escorted them to their seats as the music begins to play, a spotlight opening on a man who entered from the far side of the room, raising both of his arms in a cross formation "SUIT UP" he yells in synch with his 'theme'
It was clear from the metallic sheen of his arms this was no regular man. Along with the lyrics to his song of choice, he was clearly some form of cyborg, bright lights and thin lasers shot from his arms. He shadow dodges a few times, before leaping over the ropes in a single bound, landing with a typical 'superhero landing' and grinning.
The crowd seems to love this guy, cheering and loud whoops emerge from the seats behind the trio as the man leans over and speaks, inside the minds of the pair, "He's quite the showman, isn't he? He's challenging the current champion for this division, but he's actually the champion in the Tier 3: Metahumans bracket, this is a sold out event"
His opponent emerges, though his entrance was decidedly less showy. In fact, he didn't have any music or even put on much of a show on the way to the ring.
He did however stop and motion to the sidelines as someone steps forward and slams a bat against his arm. The crowd cheers loudly as the bat is gripped in his other hand and splintered into tiny fragments when he headbutts it. It seems this guy was less of a showman, more a fighter.
The second fighter enters the ring and the announcer gives a small speech, distinct only due to the fact he states that The Fifth Circle only has one rule
"Keep it in the ring, gentlemen"
The bell rings and the fight begins. It's slow to start, the traditional circling and sizing up goes on, before the cyborg lashes out at the other fighter, landing a thudding blow to his left forearm, in less than a second, a counter had been delivered the cyborg's own left arm, which seemed to send him stumbling back slightly. The second fighter looked perfectly normal, but to Lucario, his aura would flare up massively after taking a hit.
The cyborg laughs as he begins to throw more punches, faster this time. His foe seems to opt simply for blocking the barrage by raising both his arms and simply taking the brunt of the beating.
The cyborg steps back, winding up a huge left hook, only to be suddenly caught with a thunderous jab. He barely blocks it with his right arm, only to have it left a sparking, fizzing stump. Now down an arm, the cyborg quickly backs up, detaching what was left of the arm from the stump of his right arm, and chuckling to himself. Small metal bits littered the ring, and a few had spilt out onto the floor, which were being picked up by people int he front row. It seemed the crowds here took pride in keeping small keepsakes from these fights. You could wonder how many teeth had been kept over this place's history.
The cyborg reaches back for another strike and grins as his foe raises his arms to block. The strike skims along his arms and catches him in the upper chest, causing his foe to recoil slightly. It seems for a moment like the cyborg had won a small victory, but his grin was wiped clean from his face as his foe suddenly bobs downwards and brings his hand up, knocking his foe's jaw and sending him onto his ass.
The fight continues like this for some time. After the first bell, the cyborg receives a replacement for his arm, and the fight becomes a lot more interesting as the cyborg chips away at his foe's impressive defence, and the strange man continues taking the hits and dealing out single massive blows.
After three long rounds of this riveting combat, the cyborg's foe seems to be content with the length of the fight, and relaxes his stance, before catching one of the cyborg's strikes in his hand, and slamming the back of his other fist against his foe's cheek, sending him reeling, and knocking him out.
A count isn't even needed, as the man lays immobile for a few long moments, and the bell is rung.
"Your winner, and still the champion of the Tier 4 Superhumans Bracket is Backlash!" the announcer cries
"So, what do you think? This the sort of thing you'd be comfortable with for work? Of course, you decide when and who you fight. And something tells me foes of this calibre are a little too much for your first fights."
Mythias
YellowTemperence
