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Post by ShadowFox on Oct 27, 2015 2:19:05 GMT -6
The doors slam behind the black cloak as the smell of smoke, weed and alcohol fill his senses. The noise within is booming as the sounds of yelling and screaming fill the air to a cheering crowd as Kaiser, owner of the establishment and some other smaller opponent square off in the center of the ring built directly in the center of the room.
On the outskirts of the warehouse, four sets of stairs, one set to each wall, lead to catwalks with people cheering from the scaffolds. On the east and west walls respectively, two bars stand. One selling booze and whatever else and the other seems to be dealing in betting and barters of other sorts.
The black cloak walked to the liquor bar and the keeper, scarred and mean looking hands him a beer, not bothering to take off the cap. Black Cloak stared at the man for a moment then without hesitation, he popped the lid off the bottle then left.
The Cloak, grabbed the beer and sipped it once before placing it down and spinning in the bar stool to watch the fight in progress.
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Post by ShadowFox on Oct 30, 2015 1:42:37 GMT -6
Time passed quickly, a full night in what seemed to be an instant. After the fight was over, some words were spoken, Kaiser and Black Cloak exchanged words and something strange happened. Kaiser wound up fighting Black Cloak in the ring and within 2 minutes, found himself defeated and submitting to the mysterious challenger. After the fight, Black Cloak was either feared or respected, but in either case, those who followed Kaiser still followed him, who followed Black Cloak.
Something about this strange man made him the easiest person to follow. He never spoke a word and in the fight, he only threw a few simple strikes, but he got the point across and now he was the proud owner of Kaiser's Pit.
After the night ended and everything was said and done, Black Cloak left and hasn't been seen since.
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