As time ticked on the crowd of people within the basement floor of McGilley's Muscle grew bigger and bigger, chattering on in anticipation for the upcoming entertainment to be had. Fathers were taking their sons around the arena, explaining what will be happening and pointing to the posters hung up everywhere the excited boys could see. Bets made and drinks in hand, the only thing left to do for these people was to see fist meet face in a bloody spectacle.

Ethan walked around the side of the raised platform acting as the fighters stage. It was a sturdily built thing, metal with hard rubber padding atop it, but unlike the more televised examples of the sport there was no cage. The familiar high rise fencing was not anywhere to be seen, so should one of the fighters be thrown over there is nothing stopping them from rolling over the crowd. Which honestly has made it uniquely attracting. To be able to have a combat sport raise the stakes even more immediately drew attention from the adrenaline junkies. What could be better than watching two expert combatants beat the life out of one another with a little added risk?

Just as Ethan was starting to go down that particular rabbit hole, all the lights in the place lowered. All noise instantly was silenced as everyone's focus was directed sole at the stage. The announcer stood ramrod, gazing down at the audience with a calculating gleam in his eyes. Lowering down from the ceiling was an old fashioned microphone that was the size of his entire hand. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this weeks event. Presenting-"

The man started off by introducing each of the individuals who would be warming up the crowd first, their pictures displayed up on a large monitor on either side of the arena. These men and woman looked as if they lived in the gym, having a wide variety of figures but every one radiated power like only a fighter could. The announcer went through the roster; the light weights received a polite welcome, but the crowd hadn't come for them and the reception for the middle weight combatants was just a little better. No it wasn't until the heavy weight roster for the day was announced that the audience completely exploded.

Only one had been scheduled that day, but it was the main draw. Garret "Skyfist" Ordinofsky was going to fight "Big Boy" Barry, 5 rounds of 5 brutal minutes for the audiences pleasure. When the match up was announced the avatars of the fighters on the two screen faced each other and got into ready stances, their eyes deadlocked on one another. Ethan could hear a crowd of young boys squealing like school girls in meeting their idol.

Chuckling to himself, Ethan was preparing for the coming match. He hadn't been able to come see any of the heavy weight champion's matches as the last had been 3 weeks before he purchased his subscription. The only glimpses of the Gothamite warrior was in the couple public training events that McGilley's used as advertisement.

Going over to the concessions stand, Ethan purchased a large popcorn and Dr Pepper. The third light weight matches was currently ongoing, nearly over with, as he went to sit down near the East side of the ring. Popping a clump of the buttery kernals into his mouth, Ethan couldn't keep the ironic chuckle from coming out. "Came to get a workout in, but instead am sitting and snacking."

- Game Designer in DC -

"OH! And he's down. Darles is out for the count. We have our winner!"

The announcement caused a wave of cheers that shook the ground. Not from how great the fight went, as shown on the middle weight fighters strained smile, but knowing who was next. It was time for the Main Event.

A rolling snare drum drew the attention to the South side locker room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Standing at 6 foot 2 inches and 248 lbs, a walking tank of a man. Make a warm welcome to BIIIIG BARRY!"

A rocked up version of the military cadence, C-130 Rolling Down the Strip, resounded the arena. The army airborne ranger PT song drew in the crowd with each booming footstep rang form the speakers, as if a drill sergeant were calling everyone to the warfront. Big Barry came out in step to the cadence adding his own weight to his unseen brothers giving him their support. His camo green jacket bounced and billowed on his shoulders making his already large frame even more imposing with the wide brimmed hat that cast his face in shadows.

Reaching his next battlefield, Barry stopped and marched in place. The exact moment a whistle blew through the music he came to attention. Somehow the large soldier had smoothly shrugged off his jacket in a snapping salute. He stood there, finger tips knife handing right at the edge of his brim, waiting.

"At ease, soldier!" A voice roared from the speakers.

Grabbing his hat, Barry twirled it to his side. Members of the audience could only now see the glaring intensity held with in those brown eyes. He did not even acknowledge the crowd coming to see him fight, only focusing on the entrance of his approaching enemy.

Suddenly a symphony of orchestral strings cut through the last semblances of the snares. The surge of the instruments grabbed at each persons heart in its wave, taking them along for the ride. Horns blared behind the soft melodies, contrasting heavily and oh so beautifully. It sounded like absolute chaos in the greatest senses.

A perfect reflection of its champion.

Eyes cold and calculating. Not a single flicker of emotion could be seen from within those dead eyes as the Skyfist casually strode forward. To all who bore witness, it was like they could see the sound waves wrapping around Garrets body and clinging to him like specters from beyond the mortal plane.

Every sound ceased the moment he stepped foot on stage, reaching his destination. A testament to his journey.

The announcer and referee approached from either side of the two sizing each other up, not once phased by the new arrivals. With a playful smirk, the announcer whirled around so he could see each individual who had come out for the night. Each match fought filled more seats and the more eyes to behold the outcome of this glorious battle.

"I welcome you all to this wonderful evening." The man spoke out to the surrounding crowd and giving some additional information on the official guidelines when he saw how many kids had been brought. "Have both sides, been notified of tonights rules?"

Everyone knows that asking was a tradition purely meant for show. How could anyone get to the level of these two without knowing the UFC rulebook through and through? Regardless it does make for a great dramatic pause for the camera's getting their close up shots.

A nod was all either needed. The announcer had to catch himself, trying his hardest not to chuckle when a child in the front row was shaking from excitement at his fathers side. It never grows old how pure the reaction of children can be in moments like this.

"Then, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!"