Nothing happened for a second or two.
then finally, the lights flickered off. lightning could be heard in the dieing background. "Rogan..." light laughter followed the name.
"Your new to this business."
The jumbotron slowly grew brighter. going from the pitch black, to a bright white. "You think, you can stand in my ring..and call on opponents."
again, mild laughter followed.
"The Bird of Prey is watching you..."
The jumbotron, then zipped, showing a dark street. the lamp, just down the road, showing the siloette of a man. a large trench coat, hanging down to about his ankles, though with the way his hair was, it was hard to tell the shape of his face.
"Rogan...Tonight..your match is chosen by me.."
The street lamp flickered.
Across the street a bit closer. the light came back on.
again, the simple shadow of the man appearing underneath it.
"Tonight..your fate...lies in my hand."
The man stepped out of the light, again, the street lamp went out. the man, then stepped into the middle of the road. though, his hair dangled just down over his eyes, so he was still almost anonymous unless you studied hard enough to know the name.
The lips of the man moved, giving him the one thing rogan wanted to here, who'm he was facing.
"Tonight, you'll be fighting...no one.."
the man snickered. teeth white as the screen once was.
soon enough, the screen flickered. and the image dissappeared, like a horrible dream, he was gone. and the lights in the arena came back on.
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