Thread: The Dragon of the Underground

Brandon ended his meditation when Roger tapped him on the shoulder. It's time to go out there, Brandon. He nodded and stood up, leaving the locker room with Roger. They followed a long hallway to a large arena that was a ways down from the seats. It was very comparable to a gladiator ring in Ancient Rome. Over the arena was a golden throne, where the ruler of this underground sat to watch. His name was Anton Skorzeny, a man with ties to Russian organized crime. He had done many terrible things, but had recently taken a break from murder and mayhem to start up this lucrative pit fighting scene. His criminal associates from all over the world gathered here to bet money on the fighters, sometimes in the millions of dollars or other respective currency. The middle-aged man with the beady eyes watched as one of his new fighters, Brandon Price, entered the arena. The crowd began cheering and Brandon's face appeared on the jumbo tron in the stands so that all could see him clearly. The statistics from his file began appearing on it, which showed his name, height, weight, fighting style, and fighting record, which was all zeroes for right now because he was a new fighter. Anton took hold of the microphone, holding it up to him. Brandon Price, welcome to my underground fighting circuit. Your file indicates that you are a promising young fighter, but I must see for myself. He made a jerking motion with his head, and seven men appeared from the other entrance. Roger's face looked shocked, and he told Brandon to stay there as he headed up the stairs to the throne. When he reached Skorzeny, he was upset with him. Skorzeny, what is this? The agreement was for one-on-one, not seven-on-one! Anton covered the microphone with his hand so that no one in the crowd could hear the conversation. Mr. Adlon, you are new here, so I will cut you a break for approaching me without permission. Down here, all fighters go through an initiation before being allowed to compete as members of the circuit. If your fighter does not last against these seven men, then he does not belong down here, anyway. Brandon looked around as the seven men surrounded him. They were clearly thugs, probably ex-cons, sporting scars and sneers. He knew that he would have to strike first if he was going to avoid being overwhelmed. Brandon spun and lashed out with a spinning roundhouse kick that caught one in the jaw and knocked him to the ground. As one approached, Brandon pushed him back with a front snap kick and threw an elbow strike behind him to one approaching. However, one was able to get close enough to punch him in the jaw. Brandon recovered from the strike in time to block a follow-up punch before pushing him back. One grabbed him from behind in a full nelson as another approached to punch him in the stomach. Brandon leaned back and kicked one in the face with both feet before kicking the guy holding him in the groin. After he had loosened this guy up, he slammed his own arms down on his opponent to break the hold, elbowed him in the face, then turned and punched him in the face to knock him down. Brandon placed one leg behind the other and jumped off of it to do a jumping side kick that knocked one down. That was three down and four to go. The four charged him at the same time, putting Brandon on the offensive. He ducked a punch and returned it in his opponent's stomach, but the second guy kicked him in the face. He recoiled and took a shot in the stomach from another guy. As a punch came for his face, he grabbed the arm and headbutted the guy in the face. He put a snap kick in another guy's groin, then elbowed one in the face. He cocked back his arm and punched one in the face as hard as he could, sending him flying back. Brandon had taken down all but one. He charged the last guy and jumped, spinning in the air. He then extended his leg and hit the guy in the face with a textbook perfect jumping back kick, knocking him down and out. Mr. Skorzeny clapped his hands as the crowd cheered. You are indeed the fighter your file says you are. Please wait while your opponent makes his way to the ring. Brandon took some deep breaths to relax as he waited for his opponent to arrive.