Post by Ratball Slade on Jul 11, 2021 20:47:52 GMT -5
The roar of the crowd from the top level of the parking garage can be heard from two floors below where Slade Castle awaits his fight. Sitting in a folding chair and learning over looking at the ground lost in thought, Slade is fiddling with the loose tape on his fists. The other fighters are all fucking around and getting into scuffles but none get into Slade’s space. There’s almost a clear circle of space people are giving him until one fighter steps into it. Everyone nearby notices what’s happening and quietly anticipates what’s coming next. The fighter smirks, clearly oblivious of who he’s looking at.
Fighter: What’s this f***** doing, sitting all by himself! You think you’re a big tough guy? C’mon then. Show me.
Slade doesn’t look up from the ground and continues messing with his tape. A face of confusion begins to grow on the fighter's face before he quickly snaps back into his shit talking.
Fighter: Hey jackass, when someone’s talking to you, don’t you know it’s disrespectful to ignore them? Piece of shit like you probably don't know the word… *spits*
The fighter spits on the top of Slade’s head. Slade pauses for a moment, wipes the spit off his head and looks at his hand, then shakes the spit off and says one word.
Slade Castle: Don’t…
Fighter: Don’t what? As far as I see it, I can do what I want. I’m a grown ass man. Certainly bigger than you. What are you gonna do about it?
Slade goes back to messing with the tape on his fists when the fighter finally begins getting annoyed and grabs Slade's shirt and yanks him to his feet. As soon as he does, everyone watching slightly gasps as some of the fighters who know of Slade begin to get excited for what’s coming next. Slade immediately makes eye contact with the fighter. Slade’s cold stare into the fighter's eyes quickly makes the fighter second guess his choices up to this point. The fighter takes a step back before quickly getting a headbutt right between the eyes by Slade. The fighter falls onto his ass while Slade takes a glance at him, then around at the crowd they’ve garnered. Both men begin to slightly bleed from the head as a manager from behind the crowd shouts to them.
Manager: Save it for your fights, now ain't the time.
The crowd scatters and Slade goes back to his chair, sits back down and resumes what he was doing, still dripping blood. The fighter gets back up, wipes the blood off his forehead, and tries to look like he got the better of the confrontation before walking away. Slade continues to sit for about twenty more minutes before being called for his fight. Slade makes his walk up the two ramps to reach the top level where the fights are being held.
Announcer: And now, our next fight will take place in five minutes so get your bets in while you can! We have a newcomer in Vance Walker taking on the Slayer of the Street, Slade Castle!
The crowd roars anticipating the upcoming match. When Slade looks across to the waiting area for his opponent he notices that it’s the man who was pushing him to fight back at the waiting area. No longer smirking, Vance is hopping in place and shadowboxing staring directly at Slade. He has about a two inch height advantage on Slade and a moderate reach advantage as well. This time, Slade is the one who begins to smirk. Slade then finishes taping up his fists and stares down his opponent until called to the circle.
The fights are taking place in a taped circle surrounded by people all betting on the fights. The underground fight club is managed mainly by two men. The announcer and the manager who each might have names, but Slade never cared enough to learn them. As long as he’s getting booked and paid their names are useless to him.
Announcer: Alright, ladies and gentleman! Are you ready for sweat and tears? Are you ready for blood and broken bones? Well it’s time for a fight! Could the fighters please enter the ring?
Vance is first to walk through the crowd into the circle. Vance does some flashy kicks and punches trying to get the crowd behind him. The crowd starts to cheer for Vance but immediately stops and begins roaring as Slade walks into the circle. Slade does no fancy moves. He just stares Vance down, still relaxed, not yet in a fighting stance.
Announcer: Your fighter to my right, is a fresh face here Bloodsport. He has a flawless five-o record in kickboxing. Give it up for Vance Walker!!!
The crowd cheers for Vance, not taking any sides even though they have money on the fights. They are really only there for bloodshed.
Announcer: And on my left, you know him well. He is the most dominant fighter Bloodsport has ever seen. He is the Slayer of the Street, the King of Bloodsport! He… is… Slade Castle!!
The fighters square up to one another, when Vance throws a quick cheap shot that knocks Slade to one knee.
Vance: Come on asshat, let’s do thi-
Slade, in one motion, goes from one knee to throwing a punch that takes Vance off his feet. Without any wasted motion, Slade dives after Vance, slamming him into the ground putting him in a mounted position. Slade begins waling on Vance who tries to protect his face but quickly gets pummeled so badly he can no longer defend himself.
Slade Castle: WHAT DID YOU MEAN TO SAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT! THIS IS MY RING! GRAAAAAAAHH~
Slade finishes throwing punches at his opponent and stands up picking his opponent up with him. Vance, nearly limp, is just barely supporting himself with the help of Slade picking him up. Slade grabs Vance’s collar and headbutts Vance, who is knocked out on the spot, but held up by Slade who strikes with two headbutts causing spurts of blood, before letting Vance fall to the ground with a fight deciding thud. Slade looks to his opponent on the ground, whose face is an unrecognizable mangled amalgamation of red and purple. As Slade composes himself he pushes his way out of the circle through the cheering crowd.
Announcer: And there you have it! Another decisive victory for none other than… Slade Castle!
As some time passes after the crowd has cleared out, Slade is recuperating from the fight when he’s approached by the manager. The manager passes Slade his payout for the night and Slade begins to count.
Manager: Listen Castle, the crowd loves you here but you can’t keep taking out the fresh blood as they’re coming in. None of the regular guys will fight you anymore either so there’s not a whole lot we can do. So I’m officially putting you on hiatus.
Slade stops counting and sets his stack of cash on a nearby folding table. He looks at the manager, not quite with a scowl but clearly not appreciating what he’s being told.
Manager: But hey now! Don’t start getting mad at me! I found just the place for ya’. You should fit right in. Not only is there more money for you to earn but also more diversity in the fights. Now, it’s a different crowd than you’ll be used to, and they don’t really call them fights.
Slade Castle: What is it then, don’t keep me waiting…
Slade, now interested in what the Manager of Bloodsport has to say, picks up his belongings and gives the manager his full attention. After some discussion, the manager gives Slade a number and an address.
Slade Castle: So this pro wrestling thing... I s’pose I can give it a shot. *brief pause* I’ll be back. Better work on finding me some more opponents while I’m gone.
Manager: Absolutely! You’ve done wonders for us we’ll have you back anytime,
Slade gives him a slight nod and prepares to find a new arena... in Project: Honor.
