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BiC:
It was so smoky in the room, the people that weren’t smoking might as well have been. The drunk crowed cheered wildly at the two fighters inside the cage, occasionally falling/getting pushed off the balcony in their senseless commotion.

The sound of fist against face rang out, followed by yells of encore. The two large brawlers roared as they pounded away at each other, both to stubborn to stay down. Fights broke out at random and dancers danced on the tables as the chaos ensued on through the night.

“How much money’s in the pile?”

“What you say?” Asked a tipsy gruff man. He looked around to see a red shirt. He then looked up to see the tall young mans face. He looked quite out of place with his obvious non-drunkenness.

“I said, how much money’s in the pile?”

“Ha! Whhhy.. you wanna know, boy? You think you can take on the Champ?! Hic!” He retorted, poking the kid in the chest with his stubby finger.

“Well... yeah.” J replied with a smirk. The older man barked a laugh and slammed his hand down and the boys shoulder, almost causing the boy’s knees to buckle.

“You’re a real... fffunny kid, lad. The pots worth over 500 bones! Hic!” after that, the man wouldn’t stop laughing. J raised his eyebrows in surprise. That was much more then he thought they’d have for such an unorganized cage fight. The alcohol must have made their wallets do stupid things.

A ding rang out as one of the bodies finally hit the floor for the last time. This startled the announcer out of his laughing fit. He let out a booming cough before pulling himself up on the table in front of him. “And the champion stands still! Get that greasy weakling out of the cage boys! I’ve got the next contestant right here!!!” The gruff man giggled to himself and leaned down to put his face in front of the tall young mans. “Whaz you name, lad?”

“They call me J.”

“Josepheeeene the puny!!!” The man bellowed, pulling J up onto the table with him. The cage door slammed open and the unconscious man was dragged away. The leather skinned steroids sailor remained.

Clapping his fist into his open palm, he barked a laugh and stomped his feet. “Like squashing a bug!!!”

J rolled his eyes and tried to ignore all the people who were laughing at him, which was pretty much everyone. “Well what’re ya wait’n f’r, lad. You’ve got a death wish don’tcha?! Go on and make your wishes come true!” This was followed by another fit of booming laughter. J was then shoved roughly into the metal gate and the iron door slammed shut behind him. He mumbled to himself about being treated like this. He could probably wipe the floor of the entire tavern if he wanted to, but he suspected they would be less willing to pay him if he materialized his armor now. Probably think he was a demon of some kind and grab their torches and pitchforks. Or beer.

The undefeated champion downed a few bottles of rum the bar maids were pouring in through the cage walls into his mouth and roared obnoxiously for the entertainment of the crowed. The brown haired boy stood and brushed himself off, waiting for the brawler to finally get things started.

“Oi, this is ganna be over in two seconds!!” He bellowed as he turned and flexed his muscles at the tall kid. J closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. This idiocy was starting to give him a headache. All of the sudden, the brawler rushed forward, elbow extended to floor the kid. There was a small red glow on the young mans face as the muscular arm was deflected, and then a red blur as J struck the man on the side of the head with his forearm, sending him face first into the opposite cage wall in the blink of an eye. The large brawlers’ body went limp but his head remained imposed on the metal links of the wall. The entire bar went silent, which was a miracle in and of itself.

What the crowed had failed to notice was the young man had actually materialized armor on a section of his body for a brief second to both defend against the attack, and to knock his opponent unconscious.

“Zzb, duba...” the announcer stuttered, looking closely for any sign that his champion would be waking up any time soon. J merely scratched his head, sighed, looked around, and waited for someone to declare him the winner.

“I... I... Tha...” the announcer hit himself on the head, and when he was finally convinced that what he was seeing was in fact reality, he turned to the crowed and threw up his arms. “We-we have a winner!” He looked around the room nervously in hopes of a positive reaction. He received the opposite. The bar erupted into more chaos then there had been before, which was a tough act to follow.

“Gentlemen! Ladies! W-Who will take on the new champion!?” The announcer bellowed in hopes of giving the people what they wanted.

J slapped his forehead with his palmed. Ugh. This was not my best idea.

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