Retane vs Kollifum

[Burter]

Retane and Kollifum were put in a match just to test the abilities of the two. They hope to impress Burter enough to put them in the Asylum Tournament

[Retane]

A mohogany chest rests, with it's lid up, upon a simple table in a rather bland room. The lighting is poor but the chest it's self seems to offer a little light. A gloved hand comes across the chest's top and pauses for a moment then continues, closing the container. A second hand, attached with a black clad arm mjoins it's companion and slowly switches the latches that hinder the box from coming open. The right hand dissapears for a second, only to reappear with a lock in it's grasp. The lock is placed on the chest, but the hand hestistates. A deep sigh comes and the click is followed as the lock is fastened.

Sometimes things happen that you don't see coming...They happen and you can't understand why... You loose it all and never get a say about it... Everything you've ever worked for... Everything you've earned... Everything tou deserved...

Two red double doors close with a loud bang. A repeated clank echoes the hallways and another chain appears, this time interloping the handles f the doors. another lock comes into play, this one is slamed closed by some unseen being.

When you loose it all, you can sometimes loose the will to go on. You sit there, day after day, wondering. What happened? What did I do wrong? Why me? You live in the past, remembering what you had done, reliving your greatest feats, dreaming of what else you could have done to top them. You feel the fire flicker within. But then, you remember it's gone. All of it. Gone And that flicker of flame dies out once again.

A dark silhuoete sits in a prone position, elbows upon it's knees, head resting in his hands.

All of it. Just a stain in the past. Me a stain in the past.

Until now.

The silhouete walks down a dimly lit hall showing the appearance of male. The man, dressed in loose black clothing, has a unique look about him with his head the color of crimson. He approaches a new pair of doors, grey in color, as well as writing labeling the doors "CPW".

An opputunity arose. A contract was offered. The contract was signed. A chance to start anew. A clean slate. New challeanges to partake, a new enviroment, new faces, a new crowd. Everything new. But what does one do? Forget everything he ever knew? Perhaps try to twist things into a new intergrating way. Take gamble, and mix things up. Replace some of the old, with a bit of the new.



The crimson feind takes a breath as he looks himself in his bathroom mirror. He had just gotten word of his first match from a phone call, "First Card. First match. Myself and Kollifum. I've got the same advantage he has, as do I have the same disadvantage he has. He dont know me and I don't know him. It's ok though, just got to step it up a notch. Got to do my best. If nothing else got to let them know..."

Retane turns his head to the camera, "Got to let them know Retane's here..."

[Retane]

"Sir, It's time for your match." Retane gave the staff a nod. It was time to get things done.

The Crimson Fiend turned and exited the locker room and headed down the hall. Music was playing already, and he figured it was his opponents. The idea crossed his mind to run in and take the advantage early on, but no, it was to easy and to early. Retane passed staff and security as he went, paying them no attention. He had to stay on top of his game.

Kollifum's music was cut as Retane made his way to the curtian. Reember the Name by Fort Minor hits the speakers and Retane pushies His way through the curtains. The lights are out and green and red strobes are blinking. As the Crimson Fiend hits the stage, a stream of pyro ejects from sides of the platform.

Retane looks on at his opponent in the ring and charges down the ramp, the streams of pyro following him as he goes. The emarld warrior enters the thing in a slide and is up in no time trading blows with Kollifum and the bell is rung to begin.

Kolli gets the upperhand and whips Retane into the ropes. Retane bounces back, ducks a clothesline, hits the ropes again and Vertical Splah. Both men back on their feet again and Retane plants a dropckick to the chin of Kolli. And both men are back on their feet again. A haymaker by Kolli has Retane stagging back. Kolli moves in and wraps his arms around Retane and Belly-to-belly Suplex!

[Downy Peach]

A rioting crowd of fugitives and refugees stood, embracing the darkness of the arena in all it's glory. The restlessness helped fathom that the congregation were ready to start the match, as if it was up to them. At least in their minds they allowed themselves to believe they were in control. Usually, the louder they began to roar, the more infuriating the fight became, until a fighter would fall. The crutial element of the fight was the natural rhythm in which the brawl played out, without a supplemental result, the crowd became more boisterous, which would conclude in many drawbacks for the manager himself, it would be a bright, burning hole in his silky pocket.

?Is he ready?? the manager asked, fully suited as he paced back and forth in the overhead viewbox.

?Oh yes. Damn, I haven't seen anyone so primed since the other day. It's like a dogfight,? his friend replied, and how true it was.

?Are the crowd betting? Hmph. They better be.?

?Listen - just relax, ease a little. The only people here who should be anxious are those ardent warriors down there. They need to give the crowd a run for their money.?

Below, in the arena, stood the two pitted against each other. The jade warrior looking more aggressive, yet confident enough to self-assure himself a victory. The armored warrior opposite keeping his head down, eyes at the ground, how assured was he? The only person in-between them, the arbiter of the arena, although he'd be sure to scurry off just as soon the match begun. Kollifum lifted his head, his black piercing eyes met the eyes of his opposition, finally. The two had that homicidal gaze, but still composed, collected.

?Retane, you ready?? the judge inquired, his voice booming throughout the arena's supporting members.

The chartreuse belligerent nodded calmly, showing no signs of empathy, but neither any direct hatred. His fists balled, he was more then ready.

?Cauliflower, are you ready??

The saiyan's head shook as he replied arrogantly.

?It's Kollifum, dipshit. Yes, I'm ready.?

?Then, let the fight begin!?

As expected, the elderly man scurried off under the balcony to watch the fight begin. The two exchanged no words, only deep thought and self balance. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Retane appeared instantly behind the armor-clad male, bringing his elbow down predatoriously. Kollifum mangaged to counter, batting away the approaching arm and bouncing back preservatively. The ebony participant shuffled forward, ready to resume the onslaught.

Kollifum looked up emotionless, he seethed. The battle had begun.

EDIT: Ouch Retane, you posted just as I was writing this up.
EDIT 2: Nevermind, just post again. =P