- Posted: Sun, 30 Aug 2009 04:17:04 +0000
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The yells of a small crowd reach a climax and echo off of the walls of the bar. This crowd looks like nothing more than a multitude of faces and hands. Some faces contort into expression of anguish despite the otherwise joyous yelling, and money begins to flash in their fingers, changing hands in accordance to the bets placed. At the center of it all, illuminated by the golden glow of the spotlight, a single figure stands erect. Sweat tumbles down her face, and her lips are parted by the exertion of heavy breathing. At her feet, the crumpled form of her opponent lays, moving only to clutch at their bruises and groan in submissive anguish. The fight has concluded. The victor has been decided.
Two women- the owners of this establishment- move to lower the wards around the fighting arena. The wards vanish without a sound following their administrations, and for a brief second, the victor at the ring's center looks up at the bar owners. Her attention turns towards the crowd, and she hoists her arms triumphantly into the air.
"Is there anybody else?" she roars, clenching her wrapped fingers into fists.
A new challenger emerges from the crowd, shedding their watch, wallet, and coat as they step up. For the briefest of moments, a grin passes between the two bar owners as they observe this new participant. The bets gurgle to a start again among the crowds. The protective wards fizz to life once more. The fight begins anew.
This is what the bar owners live for: the fight, the thrill, the rise and fall of champions. Here, victories are made. Here, legends are formed in the passing of a single chaotic night. These legends are the rulers of this underground world.
Welcome to Chaotic Nights. Do you dare to step up to the challenge?