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Description: A special star is in town and his name is Erin Karter, one of the most famous pop stars in the world of Gaia. Think a pretty boy with rocking white short hair who likes to wear open shirts to reveal his hot bod'. He has agreed to come to the GTB to stage one of the largest concerts in the world. The atmosphere is vibrant as thousands of fans crowd around the circular stage, bright lights swerving here and there to create a flashy, illuminated ring of adrenaline. There's even that fake fog surrounding the DJ platform. However, the singer and his band has decided to take a stand on the higher platform where his DJ is performing, allowing the fighters to jam it out in combat while he lets the performance of his teen voice excite the raging fans screaming all around. Several steel pillars that hold the many lights tower over the stage above up to forty feet, where more steel beams connect horizontally to create sort of a ceiling for the stage itself.

Field Measurements: The stage is a good fifty feet wide in diameter with the twenty foot tall DJ platform in its center. The base of the DJ platform is sloped. The height from the stage to the floor where the crowd is about three feet with stairs at each cardinal direction of the stage.

Ten Count Boundary: Being knocked off stage starts the ten count. The flying rule is also in effect.

Other Penalties: No harming the audience or any NPCs. If your character falls off the stage, just assume everyone backed away fast enough to avoid being hit, with security guards keeping people back. If your character somehow gets to the top of the DJ platform, which is pretty slippery, the NPCs here will get away to let you duke it out if you must.

Fight Ends: After August 5th, 11:59 PM Central

Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!

It seemed a normal occurrence anymore; the young DeSeer was horribly late. The half hour of preparation for the match had turned into an hour of frustration, ending in a mad dash for the stage; his bandages trailed behind him as he dashed through the back entrance.

Skidding to a halt, Iden hastily glanced about. Which way to the stage? God knows he was overdue his entrance; he only hoped the judges would be forgiving. Tucking another loose end into the cloth wrapped about his neck, he fixated on the source of the horrific wailing of the performance.

Couldn't they have picked something less suck? Goddamn!

The young DeSeer threw himself headlong into a mad rush for the stage. He bowled over some stagehand whom had been all too eager to usher him along, and burst onto the scene. Much like a deer in the headlights he froze.

My God there's a lot of people here...who the ******** listens to this crap?

There he stood, confused and out of place. This was some kind of pop frenzy, featuring bright colors in neon shades. Here he was, standing in leather and bandages, a conglomeration of dark blues and black.

Quietly, he coughed, and forced himself to regain his composure. Though strange and obscene things rang in his ears, he forced comprehension on the details relevant to his fight. For one, his opponent stood ready; Lucas, was the name? Iden couldn't remember for the life of him; so many folks in this tourney were utterly unknown to him. Still, both warriors were present for the slaughter; it was time to kick it up a notch. The young DeSeer brought two fingers to his forehead. A salute, of sorts; he couldn't speak his well wishes to his foe, all things considered.

Climactic clash time. Lucas made the first move; his body pushed into action as he closed the distance between the fighters. Iden was watching him like a hawk; already he knew some measure of how dangerous the men this tournament attracted could be. Anticipating a full on assault, his own stance widened; his right leg edged back to give him a solid, well balanced posture in preparation for the offense to come. His knees bent and braced for the impact.

Faster and faster Lucas advanced, until his jog reached a swift tempo nearly matching the heinous crime against decency that clogged the senses. The shrieking of the prancing pop star was grating on Iden's nerves; best to make this end quickly.

Both legs pushed off as Lucas passed seven feet. By now his weight was committed; the spin and dagger were inevitable. Equally, Iden's momentum meant he would not be capable of evading the blade. Sharp pain stabbed into his left shoulder, exactly as his foe had planned...but while Lucas had checked his forward momentum, Iden had done the opposite. His full body was thrown behind his fists, which led blades first into a tearing strike for the man's ribs. Lucas may have made for some pomp and flair with his coat shenanigans, but goddamn if Iden wasn't just going for the center of his target, knowing that he'd at least hit something.

Flesh and steel were set to slam violently together, and Iden was trying to use Lucas' flair against him by bowling the poor sod over and ripping him open. What would follow is best summarized by two words: RIP! TEAR! RIP! TEAR!

Because passing out from blood loss doesn't necessarily need to end in a fatality.

...Lucas on the other had did not notice the apparent hostile music takeover, he was too busy with the freaking guy that was launching himself at him.

He did have priorities after all, and your opponent trying to flying tackle you definitely held some weight.

he didn't have much time and merely held his grip on his second knife to keep it firmly in his hand as the man hurtled at him and he went with the force knocking him down. His opened proceeded to rip at him making a few nice gashes in his midsection.

He may now be bloody, but he was far from out. When his opponent went for his next rip, he reached his right hand up and wrapped it around his opponents waist, pulling him tight. To those in the crowd it would appear as if he was hugging his opponent?

However it was not a matter of goodwill, it was a matter of leverage, with his opponent in that close, it gave him less angle to make his attempts at ripping, other than making shallow cuts.

Once he was secured, Lucas moved his knife hand up and around, his hand quickly coming down aiming for the mans lower back, more specifically the lumbar and spine, looking to literally stab him in the back and cut up a piece of his spine.

Lucas dug the knife into his opponents back twisting it into the spinal column as the he saw his opponent open his mouth and reveal the sharp and pointy teeth. First an annoying pop star, then a undead creature from beyond the grave.

Oh...great. he thought.

As his now clearly revealed non-human opponent, moved in for the bite. There wasn't much he could do in this entangled mess this fight had become. So, he went to plan B, Lucas moved his head back as the vampire moved in momentarily to gain a bit of momentum and then swung it forward with as much force as he could muster, his forehead on a collision course for the vampires, aiming for the headbutt of the century.

This was going to hurt in the morning.