"Yes."

"Ye-"

"FUCK YEAH!" Suzy does a double fist pump and throws a quick combination of hooks, doubling up on her right side and finishing with a left hook to the body. She barrels ahead of you and the man in the red jacket. "Well she certainly is enthusiastic." He says while rolling his eyes.

You stop and stretch you legs, it's show time, from here on out your opponents will be taking whatever physical or magical advantage they can over you. You take a deep calming breath, letting your nerves relax and your mind drift into a silent place. You imagine a raging hot forge, burning deep in your chest, burning brighter with each breath. One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten.

The red man in the jacket says something to you, but it's static, the crowd is roaring to you, but it's all static. Focus. Focus. Focus. You repeat your mantra, locking eyes onto your opponents. You see a male in his early twenties, around 6'2, 200lbs, dark skin and blue eyes. His hair is a riot of yellow locks, reaching all the way down to the small of his back, his figure is chiseled and athletic. He's long and wiry, his limbs possess a sinewy strength to them. The female is also in her early twenties, well built, 5'9, 170 lbs. She just as stunning as Suzy lee, though you would never admit it. She has caramel skin that glistens in the sunlight with a creamy texture, round doe like eyes that sparkle with a dazzling emerald green and short dark hair. Her body is well built, like a wrestler.

"YOUUUU KNOW WHAT TIME IT ISSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" The announcer blares from somewhere his voice amplified by magic. "WE WANT BLOOD AND WE WANT IT NOW FIGHTERS! VICTORY CAN ONLY BE ACHIEVED BY TAPPING OUT YOUR OPPONENT, KNOCKING THEM OUT, OR KILLING THEM!"

HENRY WAR AND SUZY LEE VERSUSSSSSSSSSSSSS BAN VAN GANDY ANDDDDD MISS ELIZABETHHHH

"FIGHT!"

The four contestants jump into action, sprinting toward each other with bloody intent. Suzy Lee locks arms with the Elizabeth, stepping into the Elizabeth's space with her right leg and locking her up into a head clinch. Suzy roars as she rocks the girl's head downwards in a sharp motion. In that same instant she shoves her weight down on one leg and thrusts her knee upwards, Elizabeth's face is met with the full **** of Suzy's knee and the effects are brutal, but the girl latches on with her powerful arms, using Suzy' high head hold to take control of her body. With one foot still in the air Suzy realizes she's about to be slammed. Elizabeth pivots on one foot, adjusts her hold to the lower area of Suzy's back, drops her hips and drives her shoulder into Suzy's torso, with a quick snap she slams Suzy into the concrete arena floor. "SHE'S GOT HER DOWN! OH SHE'S GOT HER DOWN!"

You barely notice any of this happening as Ban Van Gandy is throwing every type of kick he knows. You slip and dodge out of the way of three consecutive front kicks, a roundhouse and a spinning heel kick. You slow your breathing, watching his movements with predatory fashion, you keep your head on a swivel, blocking and keeping your distance. A jab whistles past your face and you sense the side kick coming. You resolve to take it to the body and sweep Ban with a low kick of your own. With all the **** of a pickup truck Ban slams his shin into your ribs. You wince and grit your teeth, exploding with your hips and aiming at Ban's exposed rear leg, you roar as your low kick lands clean on the man's inner knee. You will a bit of your Aura into it, a surge of red energy bursting from your leg. Ban's knee explodes, shards of bones and pools of blood splashing onto the floor, the crowd gasps and cheers even louder. His leg is still intact, however it is missing a suspicious hunk of meat where his knee used to be.

You shift your hips lower your body and chamber your hands, you follow the impact of your kick and begin a blitz on Ban Van Gandy. He's tottering with one leg, spraying out long jabs to keep you at bay, you can hear him muttering a spell, and a bright flash of green light blossoms from his maimed leg, it's fucking healed. He then kicks with that same leg, a sharp knife like kick that catches you on the chin. Your world is rocked as sparkles of silver pound across your eyes, you feel like your brain has been knocked loose, turned upside down then shaken. You lash out with wide and heavy hooks, the strikes are sluggish though and are far past their mark. Ban Van darts out of your range and darts back in with powerful jabs. You keep your guard up as you protect your face, but are met with more kicks to the body. You feel shin crack into ribs over and over as you struggle to regain your bearings. You sense Ban rearing up for a powerful roundhouse.