The night of the bout was finally here, as I arrived early to the designated arena in The Crash Zone, I could feel the tension in the air. One of the top fighters Mnturaktu had challenged me, a relative newcomer to top rankings, to a bout. No doubt with the intent to show me up and put me in my place. Only confirmed by the many remarks he made, during the weeks leading up to this night.
At last, the time was upon me. I could hear the roar of the crowd. My mind briefly went to my new friends and wondered if they were all here, before refocusing on the task at hand. “You good? I want you to remember how long it took to get here, this is your chance not his,” said Caleb Hayes, as he was adjusting my cloak and mask. I felt sick, my mind was focused but my gut was tied in a knot. “I’m good to go,” I replied with a smirk, as he escorted me out of the locker room.
As the roar grew, I could feel the electricity of excitement. Several fans reached out to pat me as I strode by with purpose. The cage door opened, and hearing my name announced, I jumped in landing with a cheer. Then the crowd fell silent, as Mnturaktu walked through it. With his announcement, he jumped through the steel dome letting out a deafening roar, which threw the crowd into a responsive roar in return. I had never seen Mnturaktu fight before, as he had been out for quite awhile, but had heard stories of his cage presence. To which it did not disappoint. The ringleader, a slender elf came forward pushing 2 wheeled carts. “We have a main event for the records, Mnturaktu the 3rd Rank fighter has challenged last month’s tournament champ Demon Mask. Will he succeed or will the newcomer surprise us ALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!,” he screamed. The cases slowly opened, and to my pleasant surprise several blades were enclosed. I closed my eyes and ran my hand across each one until one seemed to call to me. I pulled out the extraordinarily light bastard sword from the case, swinging it and performing several tricks to the delight of the crowd. My glance then went to Mnturaktu. He slammed the case closed, nothing in hand. I was temporarily caught off guard as the elf pulled the carts out of the ring. “LET THE BLOODBATH BEGIN!!!!!,” he yelled as the crowd returned in a deafening chorus.
The fight began. I leapt forward in an arching swing, feinting slicing, to pummel him with the hilt directly in the face. With this maneuver I also sliced one of his dreadlocks and held it on my sword’s tip. He reeled from the blow, slamming into the cage with an exclamatory laugh from the audience. He swung with his hands that I now saw, had sharp claws extending from the ends of his long fingers. I easily dodged these attempts, assessing his speed and countering with a roundhouse. It was too late, as I realized his initial swipes were intended to goad a reaction. My leg was caught inches before connecting as I received a painful blow to my left knee. I back flipped off of him, my right foot connecting with his chin, and landing in a three point stance. The crowd’s gasp hit my ears before I was able to right myself. Looking up my heart dropped and eyes widened, as I saw his form change. His size increased and a hairy and monstrous Werewolf then stood before me. As I saw this happen, my vision blurred, the headaches of my past returned shattering the moment. I closed my eyes and received a hail of blows to the chest flinging me across the ring. When I reopened them, I saw a form of pure energy standing before me and nothing else. I kip upped to regain my footing and scanned the area, for I was unsure of my location. I saw several other forms around me as I dodged a swing from the entity. With a series of flips I had escaped being pinned, when my vision suddenly returned. I realized it was Mnturaktu’s astral aura I had been seeing and connected with a series slices to his torso. Badly bruised, my confidence returned as I realized I could predict his abnormal transformation. As he stumbled backwards I did not relent, unleashing several more piercing strikes no normal human could withstand. In a blur of fur, a massive backhand suddenly struck me sending me twenty feet across and into the cage wall, taking my breath away. Feeling my consciousness fade I tried getting to my feet as he bull rushed me. On one knee I knew I only had one shot left. I jumped with all my strength, clearing him in a cork screw and slicing down the back of his right arm, severing it off completely. Slowly rising to silence, I instantly knew that I had won the fight. Everyone erupted in a symphony of displeasure, with enough cheers sprinkled in for my satisfaction. As Caleb ran inside to help support me, I slowly removed my mask, looking at the V.I.P. seating and nodding before being escorted out.
When I opened the door to the locker room I had a nice present awaiting me. A woman was standing before me completely naked, except a Demon Mask replica mask covering her face. Perfectly sculpted tits with pierced nipples framed a slender and tone torso, and gorgeously long legs ascended to an apple bottom bootie. She slowly stepped forward whispering in my ear, “I’m your biggest fan and after that win I want to show you why.” She grabbed my hands and places one on her breast, one between her legs. When I felt how wet she was it was over. “Lay back and let me do all the work, you’ve done enough tonight big guy,” she continued, while reaching into my pants. With her other hand she closed the door, for a perfect ending to the night.