New York - Fight Club (May 2018)

[Hollywood Heidi]

New York - Fight Club

An unofficial, since illegal, club for duel fights, mostly to entertain the Grandmaster. The Fight Club is located in a vacant warehouse in the Bronx of New York.

Events taking place in May 2018.

[DarkSideCookie]

Another deep sigh left his lips as he had to watch yet another boring fighting scene. There had been a moment on this earth place that he was full of hope again; that he thought a deal with a stranger guy would bring them back to greatness. But he had been disabused after all. No, he would no longer content to any deal with one of these earthlings, nor with any other being. He was the ruler. He was the Grandmaster.

While his eyes seemed to watch the scene in front of him, his mind was still elsewhere. It was not the first time that he wondered if it actually might be better to find themselves another place. But then again, their ship was still broken and their earnings still a bad joke. He sighed again. This was feeling like a dead end.

[dantalion]

As the maddeningly mundane fight dragged on, chains and knives not even making a difference with these clowns, something caught The Grandmaster's eye-- the shadows around the ring... writhed. That's the best word for it. The darkness writhed and thickened. Took on substance around the fighters, who didn't notice a damn thing until their own shadows reached up and grabbed them by the ankles, pinioning them to the concrete floor. That when things got wet. Spines reminiscent of lion fish sprung from the dark and pierced the fighters through the calves, forearms, spines, and they screamed and would've dropped to their knees had the shadows not lifted them off the ground. More spines spiked them through as they struggled to get free. With a sickening ripping sound, followed by an unholy squelch and slough, they were ripped in half lengthwise. The twinned halves held aloft as the shadows or gore or both (impossible to tell which) began to boil. Several tendrils (or were they legs... or arms... or) rose out of the dark and dragged with them an inky form suggesting mantis, spider, silverfish, and squid all at once.


The shadows hatched, and at their center stood the figure of a man, gore-slicked. He stood slightly limp, supported by the attendant shades around him. Head tilted to the left,  his slack-jaw mouth moved out of order with his words as he spoke, "Do I have your attention?"

[DarkSideCookie]

The Grandmaster's eyes widened at the scene right in front of him, as he was watching from a safe distance. On his facial features, there could be seen confusion same as disgust, the disgust gaining the upper hand at some parts of this show, although he had seen a lot of things. But even if he had done a lot of unsavory things himself, it didn't mean that he would enjoy the sight of each of it.

"What in the universe...?", he murmured rather to himself before slowly turning his head towards his assistance, still loyally standing by his side. "This is such a mess... yet it is entertaining in some way, isn't it? Of course, I'm not saying this isn't - uh - disgusting as well." Even Topaz seemed to be too distracted by the shocking eyesight to reply to him right away, and Topaz actually could be pretty badass at times.

"Do I have your attention?"

The Grandmaster's eyes turned front. Sometime during this grotesque show, he had been rising from his chair without even noticing so.

"Who are you?", he asked genuinely interested, maybe for once since they were running the club here on earth place, yet with no trace of fear.

[dantalion]

Shadows flowed over Jackie's suspended body like polarized light through water. Splotches of dark shot through with veins of light. As the Grandmaster and his entourage ogled at Firx's work, the shadows behind the onlookers deepened, until they swallowed up and muted the guards furthest back. "I am..." the shadows writhing across Jackie's limp form flowed thick and obscuring, and the sentence was finished directly behind the Grandmaster as Firx rode Jackie through the shadows, "The Wraith." The shadows pulled back to their previous protean mode, a wide, slack grin on his face, as he spread his arms wide. The response of his audience reflected in mirrored lenses.

[DarkSideCookie]

"I am..."

The Grandmaster actually tried to ignore the mess around and instead concentrated on the man only, or whatever this being actually was, in front of him. Or so he had thought as for his location, because only a moment later the voice that finished the sentence, was coming from right behind them.

"The Wraith."

"The Wraith?", The Grandmaster repeated in disbelief. "Like really?" He turned towards Topaz with both, amusement and confusion. "That is quite not a good pseudonym. We have to get him another one. So - uh", he addressed the man in front of them again. "Wraith... Are you searching for a place to realize your full potential?" The Grandmaster's facial features changed into a smile.

[dantalion]

"Well, of course I am. I'll turn this place into an abattoir." A shiver racked Jackie's body as he tried to regain conciousness. Firx pushed tendrils against his nose and mouth, "I'm just tethered to this... meatsack. You help me keep the kid unconscious, I'll be your champion."

[DarkSideCookie]

"Well, of course I am. I'll turn this place into an abattoir."

The Grandmaster just silently watched the man for a moment. Something strange was going on inside this guy, that was for sure. But well, as long as he'd be able to make good use of this something, it was alright with him. Not that he wouldn't have dealt with a lot of somethings already before.

"I'm just tethered to this... meatsack. You help me keep the kid unconscious, I'll be your champion."

"Yeah...", the Grandmaster answered, although he actually had no idea what this guy had been talking about. A short pause was following, then his smile changed into a questioning look all of a sudden. "Was that supposed to be a metaphor? If so, it's not good because - uh - I don't really get it."