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Description: Located in an open-roof stadium is the ring where the first round fights will be taking place. The sound of wild cheering from the many fans that have congregated here fill the arena in a loud uproar as cameras zoom in on the action to broadcast the fights all over the world. The floor of the arena is a glossy hard floor with the logo of GTB painted in purple and pink upon the white sheen.

Field Measurements: The fighting area is a perfect circle with a 50 yard diameter. The walls that keep the fighters away from the spectators are raised up to ten feet.

Ten Count Boundary: The ten count begins whenever the fighter is knocked out of the bounds of the fighting area, such as into the spectator seats. The flying count out is also in effect, which means, if you stay above ground by your own will for more than ten seconds, you will be DQ'd.

Fight Ends: After 11:59 PM on Jun 21st. That means when it becomes Jun 22th, fights are over.

Telamichious thumbed the last page of the Iliad. Though Homer was not in his usual taste of literature, he had deemed it appropriate for this most... thrilling... occasion. Outside, thousands of waiting individuals lusted for blood. Telamichious had every intention of giving it to them. In the VIP box, benefactors and representatives of Gaiaaah (AKA Feel Good Incorporated) waited with bated breath for their champion to enter the arena. One verse from the epic poem he had been reading stood out in his mind:

'Paris contemplates the fickleness of victory as he prepares to go into combat.'

This was true. Telamichious could not help but wonder what would be in store for him should he arise victorious from this battle. There would always be another, until he, the stone Achilles, faced off against the equivalent of miserable Hector. The double doors began to open. A sliver of light bled in, stabbing into the vacant pits where Telamichious' empty eyesockets stared out into the world. The old wood creaked open with a certain measure of hesitance.

Telamichious was sitting in a wheelchair for the sake of transportation into the ring. He'd forgotten about Spencer from the ball; some insignificant line in the obituaries had mentioned a young bellhop dying from fright shortly before the Budokai began. Telamichious hoped that didn't count as murder. He smiled as he was wheeled out into the coliseum. Surprised shrieks spilled from the audience as they watched one of the fighters, seemingly crippled, approach. He didn't stand a chance! they cried, but they were all wrong...

'Among all the creatures that breathe on earth and crawl on it there is not anywhere a thing more dismal than man is.' Fact. Telamichious ignored their prying stares and angry frowns, instead focusing on his opponent. The creature was, like himself, a caricature of humanity: he was covered in fur and his head was crowned with the lion's mane. He stepped from his burdened perch in the wheelchair, cast his arms out beside him to embrace the peoples' mocking glares.

'There can be no covenants between men and lions,' thought the stone golem. This man before him was the sheep that came wrapped in lions' skins, and as surely as the sun would continue to burn, Telamichious would destroy him. He stood on the GTB logo painted on top of the white stadium. He did not speak. He did not move. He merely stood there, poised like a statue, waiting for his opponent to strike.

But then he did move. He lifted his arms with exaggerated slowness and brought them to stance; neutral, easy to bring either into an offensive or defensive maneuver. His footing was similar, allowing for a quick shift. And thus... the first round of the fourth Gaian Tenkaichi Budokai...

BEGAN!

James 'Bear' was sort of confused.

First he was in.

Then he was out.

Now he was in again.

All he knew was the other ******** that was supposed to fight the wolf monster got dragged away by security or some s**t and taszed, likely yelling "Don't taze me bro!" or some such none sense, it didn't really matter.

All James knew was that his 5'6", 155 lbs frame was woefully inadequate against a giant fuzzy wolf monster. Adjusting the simple bracers on his arms he hopped from the stands into the arena proper, taking a few steps toward the center before stopping and bowing.

He then extended his hand toward his opponent mid bow.

"May our fight be a good one!"

He had to be polite, after all he was the poster boy of GRAPPLE Co, the fastest growing corporate machine on Gaia. If he came off too much like a tool or overly moronic he wouldn't be good for business.

Beyond that, who wanted to piss off a giant wolf monster; honestly?

James took an orthodox boxing stance, hands raised a little above his chin and elbows tight to his ribs, bracers out to protect himself from those nasty knives. James wore a simple rash guard, board type shorts and bracers; looking quite like the simple martial artist he was. As his large wolf opponent edged closer James shuffled left, turning the angle away from his opponent and attempting to circle away from his power.

A pretty simple tactic. As the range got closer he would throw out a half hearted low kick toward his opponents lead leg and then immediately back and circle out, irrelevant if it hit or not. James was hesitant to engage, to be put quite simply; he was terrified.

James had fought opponents with powers and such before, but never anything with bladed weapons and never a massive wolf creature. The knives made grappling far too dangerous, and getting into striking range to trade was purely suicide.

At this point James simply bet on his speed and ability to circle and throw leg kicks, hoping to take his lead leg out from him and then pick him apart when his movement was hampered. Either way, James had trouble hiding his fear; eyes wide and fear clear.

A wolf would smell it and the kill would come, but James wasn't going to go down without a fight!

James cut the left corner, shuffling left away from his opponent as he moved forward. Throwing his right back leg at the inside of his opponents lead leg he committed to this one, throwing it with all his power attempting to land shin to calf on the inside hard, and by moving away from his opponent to the left he cut the corner and avoided the large wolf charging straight at him.

After throwing the kick if it landed he would use his shin to 'follow through' on the leg and then once the momentum died push off with the shin and continue to circle, all in a matter of seconds. It it missed he would 'spin' with it using the momentum to turn his body and then instead of continuing left would switch and go right, but only of the kick missed. If it struck he would keep going left.

James knew he had to avoid those knives at all cost, as James was but a normal human. Any clean shot from those blades would end his life almost instantly, and any repeated strikes would mean he would never return home to mother; who was likely in the crowd herself. He only hoped he could chop down his opponents legs and finish him, otherwise it would be a long night for the human fighter.

"Bear! Bear! Bear! Bear!"

The crowd began to chant, for obviously James was the favorite. Being a small human from Durem and the poster boy for GRAPPLE brought huge fans, and after grappling to a draw with Athena at the expo his fan base had only increased.

The bear would always beat the wolf without his pack, and James hoped to prove that today.

Sadly, the big wolf was sorely mistaken.

James screamed in horror as the knife entered his leg, pouring blood all over and basically destroying the joint, pain flooded his head and made his vision blur for a brief moment; his eyes watered and he was on the verge of crying.

It ******** hurt.

But more importantly, it filled his body with adrenaline, and s**t tons of it. Pain dulled instantly, mind cleared and he was now more angry then in pain. That wouldn't last long, but for now he was high as a kite on his own bodies fantastic drug.

As his opponent fell to one knee James threw both his hands out, gripping the back of the beasts head and began the most devastating assault in the human arsenal. Placing his knifed leg on the ground he threw out his forward leg in a knee, straight to the beasts face, and he just kept at it.

Alternating knees he unloaded on the beasts head, attempting to put him away while he could still stand. It didn't matter the pain from stepping down on his leg, the drug of fear ended any thought of that. The Thai Clinch he held behind his opponents head also allowed him to pull the wolf into the strikes and control his upper body movement with leverage, rather then strength.

James had a perfect position to end this fight, and he just kept raining the knees. He wouldn't stop until his grip was broken or his pain stopped him from ********! YOU!"

James roared after each and every knee, his face red as a tomato. Fear, anger, the human drug, it was all infecting him. He was going to put this ******** wolf away or die trying, it was life or death now.

James felt his knee give, of course it gave. Would that stop his assault?

Not quite.

He did in fact fall, but James real strength came into play now. Letting go of the thai clinch as he fell he turned his grip to around his opponents body, a body lock. His opponent was so intent on stabbing him he would never be able to stop James weight falling onto him, but he didn't just do that. He swept his good leg behind his opponents lead leg and swept out with the fall, clearing his opponents leg.

A body lock trip takedown. It wasn't great, but his opponent likely wouldn't be able to defend it on the attack. The knife wouldn't be able to strike due to the change angle, and James would likely land with his bad leg in between his opponents leg and his good leg on the outside near his hip.

James kept tight, taking his hand which was the same one that the opponents knife hand was on and gripped at his opponents forearm, using simple wrist control to keep him from attacking with that knife.