(Long anticipated light spar between Revan and Epic. Non-powered character's, bare-fist brawling!)

The stadium air was stale and stagnant filled with the smell of untouched and unwashed leather seats and carpet flooring. It had been weeks since cheering and jeering masses had stepped foot inside the oval structure, filled the rows of six, differently colored sections of seats. Between each, a long red carpeted pathway leads to the center of the arena. There, sitting slightly raised above the front row seats, sat the large fighter's mat. There was no iron cage surrounding the square rubber tile, no ropes to mark off the edges. Neither tape nor paint defined the outlines. No, the vanilla pad had but one marking, a red circle dead in the center with an "X" occupying its center. This was of course, dead in the middle of the padding.