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“What’s with the face? You look constipated, man.” A teenager in gym gear grunts out.

“Well, you look like… Ah, fuck it you look fine.” A tall young man in a snazzy black, and white suit reluctantly admits.

“Yeah, that’s cause I eat twice the daily recommended amount of fiber everyday.” The younger man says cracking his neck

“What?” The man in the suit replies dumbstruck

“Uh, ya’ know cause I said you looked constipated... and fiber helps, and… honestly it just sounded better in my head.” The teen clumsily offers.

“Sure, whatever bud. Let’s just keep the fiber levels normal, okay? I don’t think shitting yourself in the ring’s a sound strategy” The man jokes.

“ONE MINUTE BEFORE THE NEXT MACH! GET YOUR SNACKS AND SEATS FOLKS!” A nasally voice barks over the loud speaker.

“Alright, take a couple hits then put Gregorio’s boy down before the one minute mark, any special requests?” The kid says using his forearm to pull his arm by the elbow across his chest.

“Actually, Greggy moved the finish to the middle of the round. Oh, and he wants a big finale go for something flashy like a spinning upper cut or something.”

“Eughhh.” the kid sighs “Welp, better get into the ring, and uh could you get me some sour gummy worms?” he concludes walking away.

“Sure thing, and uh, thanks for this Zero.” The man says to his compatriot’s back.

Zero walks into a boxing ring flanked on all sides barring the entrances at opposing ends of the ring. When both fighters are in the ring a metal panel is slid into at place each entrance blocking the exits from the ring. Zero takes off his robe and tucks it in the underside of the ring, as does the other fighter.

“Welcome back folks, We’re gearing up to, what’s surely going to be, a fantastic match here in the Iron Cage!!!” The nasally announcer starts in through the loud speaker.

“In the red corner we have, ZEROOOOOO! The Kid With No Name. From the back alleys of nowhere. Fighting tooth and nail every step of the way just to stay alive. And in the blue corner, hailing straight from Atlas he’s big he’s mean he’s the Skull Crusher, Nero Crimson!!!”

Zero: 5’9, lean 130Lbs. Olive skin red eyes. wearing dark-ish gray robe with cut off sleeves, black sweat pants ripped and frayed at the ends from use, black and white ratty high top sneakers. Hands wrapped in white boxing tape tapering off a little past the wrist. Black mid length slick back hair curling at the ends. Numerous scars cover his arms, chest, back, and legs, yet few on his face.

Nero: 7’8, brawny 240Lbs. Pale skin. Short blonde hair precisely cut into a uniform militant buzz cut. Wearing boxing trunks, hand wraps and foot wraps. Eye color green.

“Now remember folks n’ fighters it’s no gloves, no weapons, and no aura, it’s gonna get bloody, it’s gonna get brutal, it’s exactly what you paid for.”

“Fighters, get ready, get set.” A female voice piping in through the same loud speaker speaks up. “Fight!”