If anyone backs out of the fight, or ends up six feet under, I'll gladly take their place in the ring. There's a few things I'm good at in this world, and one of them is throwing fist.

Gato snorts, rolling up his sleeves and throwing a few imaginary punches.

"I may be old, but I've got a mean right hook, and an adequate left hook..., and a bum knee, arthritis and involuntary flatulence. Looking forward to those grapples!!"

The atmosphere was part-excitement, part riot as green took his seat, ringside at the MGM. He had just offered a few last minute words of advice to Disorder, who was more pumped up than HighPitchEric's bed mates, and green was confident their man would do the business for them. He nodded to Fitz when he arrived and they both savoured the atmosphere of what they had managed to put together. 

"Well done, buddy" he told Fitz, but before he could reply the lights went out in the MGM and the crowd hushed, sensing what was about to come. Fireworks exploded with a tremendous screech before letting out neon green smoke, the audience roared and when the lights came back on, a sole drummer smashed out a steady beat.

Dum.

Dum.

Dum.

And then, through the mist, came green's giant General Disorder. He looked half man, half mountain as he bounced down to the ring, his green mohawk a homage to his boss and his city's colours. green and Fitz both stood to greet their man's arrival and he gave both a respectful bow before entering the cage. After being checked over by the official, he started prowling the ring, a beast waiting for his first prey; the Minotaur baying for Theseus' blood.

He didn't have to wait long. The lights again shut down and the crowd turned from adoration for the home favourite, to murderous rage as Kerosene "Crusher" Grinder made his entrance. He was the David to Disorder's Goliath, but still looked in tremendous shape as he was illuminated by spotlights. He ignored the cries of "FUCKING KILL HIM, DISORDER!" ringing out amongst the boos and hollering and entered the cage with a minimum of fuss.

With the two men ready and snarling at each other, the official picked up the microphone and raised his hands.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" he called "We are here tonight to celebrate the return of organised violence to the streets of Las Vegas!" the crowd roared in response and it took several seconds for order to be restored enough for him to continue. "We give our thanks to green and FitzChivalry for making this event possible and also to our fighters who're going to keep us all entertained!" 

green and Fitz stood at the mention of their names and savoured the embrace of the crowd. It had been worth the effort. 

"NOW, LET'S MEET OUR FIGHTERS!" the announcer's voice rang out "IN THE BLUE COOOOOOORNER...." and the crowd went wild again "the fighting pride of Las Vegas, Nevada.......THE DESTROYER.....GENERAL DISORDDDDDDDDDDDER!!!!!" 

Disorder leapt up onto the side of the cage, his enormous 6 foot 6 inch frame towering over the railing, and pumped his fist towards his loving support. After savouring it for several minutes, he gracefully dropped down and strode towards the centre of the cage.

"AND IN THE RED CORNERRRRRRR" The switch flipped and the crowd went berserk, abuse and trash rained down in equal measure and Kerosene wisely stayed within the relative safety of the cage "hailing from South Side, Chicago.....making his fight night debut....KEROSENE "CRUSHHHHER" GRINDERRRRRRRRR"

The abuse boiled to a crescendo and Kerosene just nonchalantly beat his chest, immune to the hatred all around him. The referee called both men to the centre of the octagon and briefly outlined the rules to them. They touched gloves and backed away, the crowd gave a final roar and the action was ready to begin.

Kerosene realizes he probably shouldn't have gotten so drunk before the fight. But then he thinks that maybe he's not drunk enough as the action takes place.

Fight 1

General Disorder "The Destroyer" vs Kerosene "Crusher" Grinder

(Full fight available HERE)

It was a manic opening round, with the adrenaline coursing through both men. Despite Disorder being the significantly larger man, Kerosene had dynamite in his fists and after weathering several spinning back-kicks from "The Destroyer" he cannoned a right hand straight into Disorder's ribs. He staggered, hurt. green and Fitz exchanged a worried glance as their man backed away, desperately trying to cover up.

"FUCKING COME ON!" Fitz yelled, lost in the mob mentality of the crowd. green nervously clenched and unclenched his fists, hoping their man would find his feet soon and do the damage they knew he could.

The action continued relentlessly with Kerosene pressing home his advantage on the injured Destroyer, landing hammer-fists squarely into his opponents jaw, but Disorder began to rally. His natural instincts or maybe he was just a mad green-haired bastard, but despite the beating he was taking, Disorder started to throw back against Kerosene.

Both green and Fitz were on their feet now, screaming madly for their man, etiquette out of the window as Disorder managed to make his way back to his feet, damaged but not defeated. The General launched a mad rush, lunging wildly for Kerosense's legs and managed to sweep him to the ground, much to the delight of the home fans.

"YES!!!!!" came the cries from both the crowd and the hosts, but Disorder couldn't press his advantage and both men worked their way back to their feet. Kerosene continued to land with clean strikes and forced the big man back on the defensive. It wouldn't last long though, as Disorder tried to impose himself more on the fight, launching monstrous head kicks at Crusher, but none scored, frustrating Disorder into a huge mistake, with Kerosene swiping his legs out from under him.

But, to his credit, Disorder was up quickly, more embarrassed than hurt and concerned that he was being dominated by the smaller man. The two fighters continued to exchange blows, but as the bell sounded for the end of the round, it was a clear round in favour of Crusher Kerosene and he and his corner both knew it. 

As Disorder slumped back to his chair, he held a hand to his face and it was clear that all the damage inflicted by Kerosene was telling; he had a nasty looking cut over his eye. Scipio was in Disorder's corner and he was quick to wipe away the blood and refocus their man. green and Fitz exchanged a worried look as the bell sounded for round two; things needed to improve from here or they would be out.

But they didn't get their wish and it was more of the same, General Disorder was struggling to land cleanly, while Kerosene was scoring at will. Disorder got desperate and launched a head kick at the smaller man, but he caught it and he was soon on his back again eating fists. He managed to scramble free but he was taken down for a second time in quick succession, much to the dismay of the onlooking crowd. The end seemed near.

"JESUS CHRIST, COME THE FUCK ON!!!!" yelled Fitz, deeply concerned at the punishment coming Disorder's way. He was behind again and in trouble, and he knew it. He was swinging wildly, trying to bang with both hands and the blood was streaming freely down his face. Kerosene was having none of it though, navigating everything coming his way, looking comfortab- OUT OF NOWHERE, THE BIG MAN WAS FLYING THROUGH THE AIR AND CONNECTED A HUGE KNEE INTO KEROSENE'S JAW! IT WAS ALL OVER! GENERAL DISORDER HAD KNOCKED HIM OUT!!

green and Fitz went nuts. The whole place erupted. Kerosene was dragged back to his corner, not quite understanding how he lost. Nobody in the arena cared, the MGM was on fire and Disorder was at the heart of it. He beat his chest and roared to his adoring public. He was through to the next round.

As soon as the initial wave of adrenaline fueled elation had subsided, Disorder looked for Scipio. His corner man and trusted friend handed a water bottle full of hard liquor to Disorder and he promptly took a massive drink and thoughtlessly poured half of it over his head. He immediately regretted the decision as the alcohol burned the various cuts he'd taken through the punishing fight. He slumped down into the stool Scipio had for him, lent back against the cage and looked through the wire at his boss. Green was saying something semi-congratulatory and pleasant but Disorder just waved a hand.

"That was fucking horrific! I don't know what made Fitz think that bastard was a sensible opponent. Holy Jebus that fucker can throw!"

He took another large drink from the bottle.

"Get Camp to get the room and the bath salts ready, I'm going to need all the rest I can get before the next round!"

As green watched Disorder make his way backstage drenched in what looked and smelled like whiskey, he tried his best to ignore Camp mincing behind him drenched in what looked and smelled like tartar sauce. The evening was shaping up well and the crowd had loved a victory from the home favourite. He exchanged a few pleasantries with FitzChivalry, but was fortunately saved from having to get past the weather as moments later the ring announcer made his way to the centre of the cage.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN" his dulcet tones called out "are you ready for our second bout of the evening?!"

The crowd roared their approval and before long both fighters were making their way to the octagon.

"IN THE BLUE COOOOOOORNER...standing 6 foot 6 inches tall, weighing in at a lean 186 pounds and hailing from the mean streets of Brooklyn New York. He is the trusted confidant of Syndicate and a mainstay of the New Amsterdam organisation. He is PIZZZA "BAZOOKA" LOVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" 

The tall man charged around the edge of the cage with a mean snarl glued to his face. His tanned skin and dreadlocks suggested a past that stemmed further afield than Brooklyn, but green was none the wiser as to the truth of those rumours. The crowd seemed intrigued though, and a combination of his exotic skin and the alcohol now coursing freely through their systems resulted in a deafening greeting for "Bazooka".

"AND IN THE RED CORNERRRRRRR" and at this point green had to blink a couple of times to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him, because in the other corner was almost a mini-me, slightly whiter, half-pint version of Pizza Lover "standing 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighing in at 205 pounds" this drew a murmur from the crowd, nearly a foot shorter but over a stone heavier...carried it well though "Chicago's own, "SILLLLLLKY" SOPHIAAAAAA RIVERSSSSSSSSSS!!"

green shared the crowd's excitement, not really knowing how this one was going to go. A lean big'un against a stocky little'un; tough to call. The official called them both together and gave them final instructions. Both touched gloves and it was time for the battle to commence. 

Fight 2

Pizza "Bazooka" Lover vs "Silky" Sophia Rivers

(Full fight is available HERE)

As the referee started the action, Bazooka came out swinging, landing mean head punches on the smaller SophiaRivers, who responded by snapping out a few head kicks. Neither seemed to do particular damage to the other as both fighters circled each other, testing each other's defences, but it wasn't long before the first attack of note came and it was from Bazooka. He charged forwards, landed a heavy front leg kick which staggered Rivers, before ducking inside the guard of "Silky", and slamming him to the floor! PizzaLover didn't let up, delivering heavy fists to his opponents face, causing green to wince at ringside.

"Fucking brutal" he mumbled to Fitz, but he was totally absorbed in the action and didn't respond. He was ignorant like that and it made green question sometimes how the man had been raised. Probably in a barn or by hillbillies, he thought to himself.

Whilst green's internal monologue raged, Silky managed to kick his way out and both men had brought the action back to their feet. It was clear that Rivers was struggling with the longer reach of Bazooka and he continued to keep Silky at bay with leg kicks. It was making Rivers desperate and Pizza read the next play perfectly. He dropped into a southpaw stance took two steps back and as Rivers moved forward to try a take down....BANG!! Bazooka landed two of his trademark hooks, the first a loaded right which staggered Silky, before following it up with a murderous left that FLOORED HIM!!

"OH SHIT!" yelled Fitz as Sofia hit the deck. 

And "Oh Shit!" was right. Bazooka pounced on his fallen opponent and hammered down crushing blows onto River's prone form. He desperately tried to cover up BUT ONE GOT THROUGH HIS GUARD. AND ANOTHER. AND ANOTHER!!!! AND IT'S ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL OVER! The official dived in and pulled the delighted Pizza Lover away to celebrate before he (hopefully) hadn't inflicted any lasting damage. 

River's corner quickly dived in and tried to get some sense out of their fighter. Meanwhile, green and Fitz both stood to applaud Bazooka as he enjoyed the affection of the crowd. It had been an impressive performance, undoubtedly, and in the back of green's mind he wondered if this killer could trouble Disorder in the next round if they were drawn together. He didn't know. 

With the crowd still high on the back of two brutal knockdowns, green was pleased that his team continued to keep things moving swiftly. SophiaRivers' blood was still fresh on the canvas, but the announcer was already back in the octagon ready to bring on the next fight on the card. green made a mental note to put another wad of notes in the man's pay packet for his punctuality.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN" he called out to those in attendance "I wouldn't want to be SophiaRivers' chin in the morning! OUCH!!" this drew a wave of laughter from all but the Chicago contingent, who didn't seem to find it particularly amusing. The announcer didn't stop long enough to give them time to react though and continued unperturbed "But before we worry about that, lets bring out our next two fighters!"

A slightly flabby man, with huge legs and a massive neck holding up a tiny head began to march towards the cage without a second glance at anything going on around him. He looked confident, arrogant even, and green recognised him as a key enforcer in Slash's organisation, a certain Bender B. Rodriquez. The fans would respond to him too, being a Las Vegas resident, green was sure.

Before long it was his opponent's turn to make an entrance, and sporting glistening white trunks that would make Daz jealous, the athletic and handsome form of BrotherHec swaggered towards the octagon. He seemed relaxed and he even managed to share a joke with an unsurprisingly attractive blonde fan on his way down. green wondered whether he would have stopped to flap his gums with a fat mauler, but if any of this crossed Big Bender's mind though, he didn't show it; he simply paced his side of the cage, eager to get the action underway.

He didn't have to wait long, as with Hec in the ring, the announcer piped up once more.

"IN THE BLUE COOOOOOORNER....standing 6'3" tall and weighing in at 205 pounds, he is Las Vegas' own, sporting the black trunks with red trim....representing the Garden Of Eden...."BIG" BENNNNNNNNDER B. RODRIGUEZZZZZZZZZZZZ"

The crowd jumped to their feet to cheer on their man and green saw Slash and a number of his closest advisers in attendance, supporting their man with gusto. He clicked his fingers and whispered to his quickly arriving associate to ensure some champagne made it's way over to Slash's table. It never hurt to keep your VIPs well lubricated after all.

"AND IN THE RED CORNERRRRRRR....also standing 6'3" tall and tipping the scales at 205 pounds" Grunts of 'doesn't fucking look it' drifted to green's ear, which drew a smattering of laughter from those around him "coming from the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois...North Side's finest...."PRETTY BOY"......BROTHERRRRRRR HECCCCCCCCCCCCCC!"

This drew boos and jeers from the crowd, but Hec didn't look in the slightest bit bothered. If anything, he seemed like he was trying to mouth his phone number to blonde girl he was joking with earlier. green marvelled at his calm, but wondered how long that would last when Bender started putting his weight behind his shots.

The official called the men together and the announcer beat a hasty retreat. The rules were quickly covered and both touched gloves. It was fight time.

Bender with no regard for how obvious it was struts out of the cage and takes a large wad of cash from a strange man in a suit. He winks at the round number girls and bounces off to get himself some hookers and play blackjack with his dive monies

As Bender tried to make a swift exit, he was quickly ushered back inside by three heavy looking gentlemen; even heavier than he. Sensing that he wasn't likely to get out of the MGM alive if he didn't honour his duty as a fighter, he decided he had better put on the best show that he could.

Fight 3

"Pretty Boy" Brother Hec vs "Big" Bender B. Rodriguez

(Full fight is available HERE)

 "Pretty Boy" Brother Hec came out out of the blocks like a man possessed; no sooner had gloves been touched than he firing away with stinging head and leg kicks that found their mark at will on Bender's body. "Big" tried to establish himself in the fight with strikes of his own, but had little success, continually reeling from Hec's well timed assault.

"He's started well!" Fitz called over to green as they watched Hec step inside one of Bender's punches, land another mean looking kick, before dragging the big man down to the ground. He rained down heavy looking punches, squarely into Bender's mush and the crowd must have wondered if it would be another early finish.

"There you go, up you get lad!" green heard come from Slash's table as Bender managed to push Hec back and regain his feet. He still looked shaken though and Pretty Boy continued to press home his advantage, launching vicious kicks at the larger man, catching him with another solid shot that sent Bender to the mat for a second time. He wasn't down for long though and he managed to recover to his feet and both came in close, trading blows with neither gaining an advantage. "Big" was trying to catch his breath but Hec was relentless, landing more well placed punches and kicks to Bender's gut, toppling him again.

"Christ, he's going to break his fucking ribs!" Fitz yelled over to green as another BrotherHec assault crumpled Bender to the floor. 

If you could say one thing for Rodriquez though, say he was a tough fucker, because he was up again and trying to bang with Hec, despite the beating the Chicago native had dished out to him in the opening round. The bell was a welcome relief to Bender when it came and he shook his head to try and clear some of the cobwebs as he landed on his stool.

The second round started as the first had began; clean strikes from Pretty Boy ripping through Bender's guard and leaving him reaching on the back foot, but a HUGE kick to the head from Bender rattled Hec and gave the Las Vegas fans something to cheer about. Sadly, it wasn't for long, Bender tried to repeat the trick, only for Hec to read it and send him sprawling to the mat again. 

"How many times is that now? 4? 5?!" Fitz asked, but green was too absorbed in the action to reply. Having been dominated at range, Bender was trying to get up close, but it was the same old story. He was being outclassed and he was eating some nasty looking knees from Hec in the clinch.

With the fight running away from him, Bender threw caution to the wind and launched a series of do-or-die attacks and he got his reward with a minute and 30 seconds to go of Round 2. He caught Hec with a solid knee to the body, planted him with a foot to the face before flooring him with a tremendous head kick that caused Pretty Boy's knees to buckle. Slash's contingent went nuts, whooping and cheering for the first time really since the fight began.

It was all coming down to the final round "I reckon Hec is still up on the cards though" green argued with Fitz "Bender needs the knockout or he's not winning it!"

Hec was sporting a cut above his eye from Bender's kicks and another knee from the big man caught him flush at the start of the third. He tried to recover with punches, but he wasn't having the same success as earlier and Bender managed to sweep his legs from under him. Both traded big shots. A head kick from Bender. A straight left from Pretty Boy. Neither man able to score a takedown. 

"FUCKING COME ON!!!" roared Bender's crew from the table near to green and with time slipping away, their man seemed to hear them. He switched his stance and launched a BRUTAL 1-2 combination to Hec's head that sent him reeling to the floor. The crowd exploded, thinking that might be the finish and Bender jumped onto Pretty Boy while he was down, but he couldn't land the telling blows he needed.

"This is fucking close now!" green yelled to Fitz.

And it was, Bender continued to push forwards, scoring repeatedly on the tiring Hec. But as the clock dwindled, it was Hec producing the tidier work landing a series of power punches to Rodriguez's head and body, staggering him, but in a last act of desperation as the clock ticked to zero, Bender charged and flung Hec to the floor right on the bell.

"What do you reckon?" Fitz asked "Has he done enough?"

"I gave the first to Hec, second was close and the third was Bender's. I just don't know. I reckon Hec is gonna steal it!"

Before they could say any more, the announcer's voice rang out bringing a hush across the MGM.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...the judges scorecards are in....and your winner....BY UNANIMOUS DECISION....."PRETTY BOY" BROTHER HEC!!!!!" and Pretty Boy charged over to his corner after his arm was raised. Bender looked disgusted, either with the decision or with himself, it was tough to say. green offered his commiserations to Slash, but in his mind, the right man had come away with the victory. 

Joe Rogan...I mean Green walks over to BrotherHec for the post fight performance speech and BrotherHec begins shouting in the Mic.

Listen...Listen...All credit to Bender I thought he was going to walk away with a win after the third round. I was not prepared for his power at all. I was grateful for his manager and team for being willing to step up and take on the fight with me. 

BrotherHec continued to breathe.

You know i am not sure who is next in line for me. I want to take the person who beat their opponent the quickest. I want the hardest opponent. Whoever the crowd sees fit for me to take on. 

A loud ruckus breaks out in the crowd and BrotherHec stares out at the crowd.

"You sound confident, pretty boy!"

Chibs emerged from behind the onlookers. They carved a path big enough an elephant could have walked through it. They clearly knew no one messed with Big Daddy. No one.

"From what I saw, you got lucky. Your hits were weak, your kicks were frequent and powerless, and you were swinging at the air quite a lot. That's something you just shouldn't be doing. You're asking for the most difficult opponent in the next round, but I think you'd struggle against the easiest."

The crowd erupted, only to be shut down quickly by Chibs shouting.

"When my fight is up, I advise you to watch closely. You'll see how a real man fights!"

Chibs spat on the ground near BrotherHec's shoes and walked out back to warm up.

green watched the heated exchange between Chibs and BrotherHec with interest. He doubted that would be the end of the story between the pair, although Chibs still had to get through his own match first before anything more concrete could be agreed. Regardless, he certainly had faith in his own ability, but whether it was justified or not remained to be seen.

"What about that folks, who would like to see Pretty Boy and Big Daddy get it on?!" the crowd cheered their approval for the bout, but the announcer held up his hands "Well that might be one to look forward to, but first we have another light heavyweight fight to bring to you. Are you ready? Then let's meet our fighters!"

"IN THE BLUE COOOOOOORNER....standing 5'8" tall and weighing in at 205 pounds, he is now a resident of Chicago, Illinois, but with roots much further afield. He is sporting the burgundy trunks with gold trim....representing the Whispering Shores....fighting for the chance to take home $10,000,000....he is...BOB "AWESOME" MARLEYYYYYYYYY"

Stoner_Marley brushed his long hair from his eyes and hailed the crowd. He shook out the tension from his arms and bounced lightly from one foot to the other, eyeballing his opponent. He looked tense but focused.

"AND IN THE RED CORNERRRRRRR....standing 6'1" tall, tipping the scales at 205 pounds and joining us from Los Angeles, California.....TOMMY "JUMBO" CHOOOOOOOOOOONG!!

Jumbo pounded his fist against his chest and gave Marley his best death scare. "Awesome" didn't seem concerned. The official called both fighters together and covered the remainder of the rules. Jumbo lifted his arm to touch gloves but Marley ignored it, drawing boos from the assembled fight fans at ringside.

Fight 4

Tommy "Jumbo" Chong vs Bob "Awesome" Marley

(Full fight available HERE)

It was a cautious opening with both men feeling out the defences of the other; the cleaner work was coming from Marley though, who was scoring upstairs with rapid strikes. After feinting with a couple of head and body kicks, Awesome charged Jumbo's legs and ripped the bigger man from his feet! He followed up the takedown with a series of brutal punches into Chong's face, who desperately tried to cover up and wriggle free.

"This Marley looks mean, doesn't he?" green said to Fitz as Marley continued to be the aggressor, catching most of Jumbo's shots on his arms, before stepping out of the way of a front leg kick and upending Tommy again. More painful fists rained down on the taller man, causing green to wince at the undoubted damage coming Jumbo's way, but Chong wasn't finished, despite the beating he was getting and he wildly threw punches of his own off his back and managed to catch Awesome flush, busting his eye wide open! As the round came to a close, it was clear that Marley had won it, but looking at the two fighters, one without a mark and the other with blood streaming down his face, it would have been impossible to have guessed.

Marley's corner had done a decent job on his face in the interval, and perhaps at their request, he was much more cautious at the opening of the second. He evaded the long legs of Tommy Chong and countered with stiff jabs of his own right into his opponents jaw. He had landed three of his four takedown attempts and almost on cue, he launched into another and resumed his demolition of Jumbo's face. He only let up his attack when the West Coast fight tried to trap him in a choke; allowing both men to scramble back to their feet. 

As the two broke from a clinch in the centre of the cage, Marley ducked under a wild strike from Jumbo and scored yet another takedown. Jumbo struggled desperately, but he could do nothing to prevent Awesome slamming more wicked fists and knees into his unprotected ribs! As both men rose to their feet, it was clear the punishment inflicted on Chong was taking it's toll, he was blindsided to a mean looking kick that staggered him and then a crowd-pleasing spinning back kick caught him flush in the stomach.

With the bell sounding for the end of the second, Marley must have been ahead on all the cards. His eye looked better than after the fist and one of the many fists he had walloped into Chong's face had seemingly broken his nose. 

"Reckon Disorder could do any better against this guy?" Fitz asked him, and green dismissed him with a wave of his hand. Their man was too big and too strong for the 5'8 fighter from Chicago.

The third followed the same pattern as the previous two rounds, with Marley outclassing his rangier opponent. Awesome continued to catch him with strikes and Jumbo's only success came midway through the round when he managed to catch a kick aimed at his body and grapple Marley to the floor and inflict some punishment on Marley's wounded eye.

"If he had done more of that, he might have had a shot!" green said to Fitz, but his momentum was shortlived. Marley put him down twice more, once with a sweep of Chong's standing leg and then with another heavy takedown right on the third bell. It went to the judges, but unless someone had slipped them a lot of money, there was only going to be one winner.

Both men embraced at the final bell, much respect unlike the trash talk between Chibs and BrotherHec. The official broke embrace and grabbed an arm of either man. The announcer stepped forward to bring things to their conclusion.

 "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...the judges scorecards are in....and your winner....BY UNANIMOUS DECISION.....BOBBBBBB "AWESOME" MARLEY" and the crowd applauded and cheered in approval. The decision was the right one and even Chong couldn't be too disappointed with the outcome, he hadn't been able to show his skills against Marley and he had probably lost every round.

Stoner_Marley advanced to the next round and the audience eagerly anticipated the next fight. 

Before the fight....

"I swear to god Bobby! I don't think I need anymore dabs." Chong says seconds after losing a battle with the dabbing rig, causing him to cough until he finally just laid down on the floor. 

A few minutes pass as the two make awkward small talk. "All right fuck it, give me another dab." 

After the fight....

Chong stares at Stoner_Marley for a moment with an utter distaste in his eyes. His father's underling had beaten him, by decision nonetheless.

"You know that's some shit right? Would laid you down if it wasn't for that bell." 

Chong walks away with a sulking expression and quickly makes his way to back room lockers. BobbyMunson is already there to scold him for taking an opening day loss. Chong simply puts his hand up in a motion that signifies, 'I don't wanna hear it'. 

The next few minutes, he takes his time rolling up a perfect pearl of a blunt. With his knuckles swollen, and nose cut, he still didn't miss a single tuck. The blunt was at least 3 grams in weight, perfect for sharing. At the same time as he goes to light the blunt, Marley comes walking in. 

They share a look for a moment before Chong's arm extends with blunt in hand, not a word said between the two. They both knew, this blunt was the start of a friendship, a rivalry, and a tradition for all the fights to come. 

Meanwhile, warming up in his local gym in the Windy City, Nakamura just finished a few sparring sessions in preparation for the big fight.  Feeling rather confident he walks out into the lobby area and finds a local bystander checking out the bulletin board.  Nakamura spins the young man around, clutches him by the arm and locks in one hell of an armbar.  The young man writhed around on the ground in pain, before tapping out on the ground.  His arm may have been broken, but who really cares.  Donnie Domino is going to scream for the police like a little girl.