Tonight is no exception.
The atmosphere is dark and dangerous - just like the events - with the bright lights and cameras focused on the ring in the center of the building. The ring itself is surrounded by a heavy duty, chain linked fence so that the patrons are safe once the event begins. The floor of the ring is riddled with dents, cracks and still has several blood stains that have soaked into the wood. Several points of entry surround the large area, so that no matter what part of the building a person currently occupies, they can quickly get to the center to watch the fight. The seats are full, the announcer's voice booms over the microphone, flooding the entire building.
"Good evening everybody and welcome to Southside Samo's Arena, where the toughest fighters on the island come to beat the piss out of each other - for your entertainment! Tonight we have a cage match between two of the most vicious bastards Rai Island has seen in ages. In the blue corner, we have a man that has built up a reputation for being cruel and sadistic in the ring. Standing at six foot four inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, Damien "The Demon" Warshaw!" Cheers filled the arena as the large man held his fist in the air, high above his shaved head, his rippling muscles flexing with the motion. His tattooed skin was tanned and covered in images of demons, a huge pentagram inked over his stomach. His large feet were protected by thick soled boots and he wore dark red shorts that ended just above the knee.
"And in the red corner - a man infamous all over our island for his skill both in and out of the arena, for his bad attitude and for being one of the most dangerous guys around. Standing at six foot two inches and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...the man we all know as the berserker, the untamed John "Rodeo" Wilder!" Once again, cheers filled the arena. A large hand with long, calloused fingers slowly pulled the cowboy hat from the top of his head and lifted it into the air, his long curly brown hair spilling free and settling behind his shoulders. His body was lean and well built, with sinewy muscles moving fluidly beneath his tanned skin. Tattoos also adorned his body, reaching down his back and far beneath the border of his black leather pants. He adjusted his thick leather belt and tapped the toe of one of his cowboy boots.
A referee stood in the center of the ring, his black and white striped shirt and black trousers off-setting him from the shirtless fighters. The man was shorter than both combatants, but appeared to be used to the unsafe conditions. Each man joined the serious looking, microphone-equipped referee in the middle of their battleground. "You're going down Rodeo!! I'm glad you didn't puss out tonight, because I've been looking forward to beating your pansy ass. They say you're tough but I know it's all just a bunch of bullshit. You know why? Because I'm going to destroy you. You hear me?! I'm going to DESTROY YOU!!!" Damien snarled viciously into the microphone the moment it was presented to him, threateningly clenching his fist in front of himself. When the microphone was held in front of John, he simply grinned and replied. "Eat shit."
Ding!
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