Colosseum

The Don had more associates than employees. The two running the Colosseum that night were actual employees, thuggish as they were. There was the Black man, Kotch, and the half-Wutaiian Scotch, the pimps and enforcers that made the Don's fiefdom run.

"In the city that never sleeps!" Scotch intoned, bringing the crowd to life.

"In the paradise of debauchery and sin—of pain and pleasure," Kotch said, his blonde mohawk jarring to most outsiders.

"Where your every desire can be indulged for the right price—Wall Market!"

"To you esteemed connoisseurs of chaos and bloodshed—we bid you the warmest of welcomes!"

"Are you sitting comfortably? For tonight, the most gruesome spectacle anywhere in Wall Market or beyond shall be yours to witness! Here in the Corneo Colosseum!"

The crowd leapt to its feet as the fireworks started to explode in the tightly confined space.

"Tonight's grand prize is no less than one million gil! And there is only one way to get it: brutalize your opponent until they vomit blood!"Kotch exclaimed.

"Warriors of every shape and size will fight to the **** before your very eyes! In tonight's Corneooo Cuuup!"

***

Cloud was surprised at how deep the elevator descended in the Wall Market. Sometimes it felt like Midgar was infinitely deep, he thought. But finally, they exited, walking to the main gate.

"For our next entrants into the Royal Rumble, we welcome two fighters—a young couple, no less!" Scotch said.

"Talk about a bad date," Kotch quipped.

"That fuckin' twink can't fight. Get away from the zero and give me a handy, baby!" an onlooker yelled. Aerith growled.

"‘Sup with the pole!? Gonna do a little dance for us, baby girl?" another said, referencing Aerith's staff.

"Okay. Now I'm mad," Aerith said.

The competition was a motley combination of Shinra machines, local thugs, and various beasts. Tough in a small space, but nothing Cloud couldn't handle. He saw that thug group -- let by Beck -- on the far side of the arena. Aerith started jogging that way.

"No," Cloud said. "Stay close."

"I got them, Cloud. You get the rest."

***

It took a half hour of precise work with his Buster sword, but he was the last man standing. Aerith wandered back, her blouse coated in the cum of Beck's boys.

"That girl gives the best handjobs in Midgar!" the exultant male audience shouted.

"And the winners of our match are… Cloud and Aerith!" Scotch said, sounding petulant.