It had been a while since the Casino had been busy and after the last fight with Disorder, the crowd seemed excited to see more. As a newly appointed Entertainment Manager, Dan felt it was time to seize the moment, especially with Disorder retiring as the undefeated champion of the world. It was time for a new champion to rise up.

Dan had some flyers prepared and on the flyer it stated anyone wishing to fight to get in touch with the promoter, Dan Gleeballs, he could be found at the MGM Grand Casino and would be enlisting the fighters there. The flyer also mentioned that there would be a big payday for the winner and even the runner up would make some money, as well as the fighter who could come up with the best knockout throughout the tournament winning their own piece of the pie.

Deciding this was something you fancied trying your hand at you head to the casino and upon showing the flyer at the front desk and enquiring where to find DanGleeballs, you're directed to an office on the next floor. Once you arrive at the office and give the door a knock, it is opened by a mountain of a man, he ushers you inside and into a seat in front of a desk where you're met by who you assume to be DanGleeballs.

"So you wanna fight, kid? I need good strong guys for this upcoming tourney, people who know how to throw down. This ain't no boxing match for bums, this is a bit of everything! You can throw whatever you like, hands, feet, elbows, knees - whatever it takes to knock the other guy out or for them to pussy out and submit!

There's big money to be made here, each fighter pays $500,000 to enter and there will be over $10,000,000 in prize money to be won! If you're up for it then fill in these questions and get it back to me later on."

Dan hands you a piece of paper... maybe you'll try your luck.

"Oh and by the way, here's how the whole thing works"

Dan throws you another piece of paper, detailing the way the tourney is ran.

The young Goomba herd the promoter talking about a sanctioned fight and thought to himself that this could be a good way to get his name out there for exposure.He looks into his duffel bag for a pen fills out the paperwork and hands in his entry fee. 

Dan-Whats your name Kid.. 

Ricky-Ricky, RickyRoss. My friends call me Freeway.

Dan-Good Luck Ricky,You're gonna need it kid.

Ricky grins and walks into the gym to train for his fight.

Having had a replica of the world Champion's belt made and mounted, Disorder was pleased with the new installation on the wall in his office. Content as any fighter could be that retired undefeated, he took the original belt down to the Grand Casino and ceremoniously handed it over to DanGleeballs so he may carry on the tradition and use the same belt for the new champion when they were crowned. Along with various dignitaries, the local Mayor, the casino manager and one of the fight gods sent to oversee the integrity of the event, Disorder took the mic to say a few words.

"Its been am honor for me to hold this belt for so long but now its long overdue that this great tournament begin again and a new generation of fighters come to challenge for it. I must confess, taking that troll out did get my blood flowing again but it really is time I stepped back from the ring and let new blood take the crown. I've had my time and these days business keeps me way too busy to be training all day every day as I used to.

Anyway, as a show of support and to add a little extra spice to the event, I'm adding another five million dollars to the prize pot! This competition isn't cheap to enter and although places are going fast, I believe a champion should receive a champion's purse!"

There were a few cheers and a round of applause over the additional prize money. When the crowd had settled he finished what he had to say.

"I'd just like to wish all the combatants the very best of luck. I know I'll be glued to each and every minute of all the action. May the best warrior win!"

Staring at the belt and briefcases of money coming from Disorder. My eyes widen.

I for one welcome this beautiful belt and champions purse. I defy anyone to try and stop me.

Heads down to the gym.

If there was one thing Wraith had always known how to do, it was fight. From a young age, he grew up with a savage upbringing. Battles happened around him constantly and he needed to learn how to adapt to this environment or cower away. He had chose to fight, fight since day one. He had honed the skills and picked up enough battle scars to allow him to weather many a storm now.

Heading past the Las Vegas venue, he saw the charasmatic man handing out flyers and immediately his attention was captured.

"Hello Sir, please enter my name into the mix, I will ensure the appropriate payment is wired to your account. I hope that the adversaries who step up will be worthy, I long for a good challenge"

Turning, he began to make his way back to North Side, Chicago, a gleam in his eye as he suddenly felt an old fire building up inside himself once again.

From the corner of his eyes, AlbertoJunior sees one of DanGleeBalls's pieces of paper pinned to wall at MGMs.. 

He stepped towards it, ran through the list of competitors and started dreaming of a heroic final against Butch after humiliating Malachai in the semi's.. He smiled..

I am in..

BRomania walks towards Dan and says : "Give me one of these forms... I'm in for the tournament!" 

It had been a busy few days. After word had gotten out about the upcoming event, Dan's office door was constantly getting knocked on. Dan was pleased that the card had been filled up so quickly. Now it was time to look at how to match up the fighters, after some consideration Dan decided that the best way and fairest way to do this is to do it in order of when they approached Dan. The first to enter would face up against the second to enter, the third against the fourth and so on.

DG had drew up the matchups and ordered his advertisement team to make them a little prettier so that people could regularly check up and take a look at who was going to fight who.

The list of fighters were as follows:

1. Ricky Ross - RickyRoss (The Strip)

2. Thomas Quil - Tranquilo (Paradise)

3. Lacey Godreaux - LaceyGodreaux (The Loop)

4. Itsy Bitsy - ItsyBitsy (The Strip)

5. Hull Kogan - Hull_Kogan (The Strip)

6. Malachai Gemling - Malachai (The Loop)

7. Adam Birdaythion - Hoosier (The Loop)

8. Thomas Pitera - Butch (The Strip)

9. Hisoka Hisoka - Hisoka (Paradise)

10. Keith Honeybadger - Honeybadger (The Strip)

11. Alberto Junio - AlbertoJunior (The Strip)

12. Wraith Lockhart - Wraith (North Side)

13. John Dillinger - John-Dillinger (Black Bottom)

14. Kaden Slapfacez - Slapfacez (The Strip)

15. Bradley Beckett - Charlie (The Strip)

16. Benjamin Walker - Ranger (Downtown)

Now that the fighters were signed up, DG had gathered them all together and informed them that in the event of their death, the fighter they were up against would advance to the next round. If one of the finalists were to pass away then the semi-finalist the deceased fighter previously fought will step up instead. Should this person be dead also we will choose the other semi-finalist. In the event that all are dead we will find a replacement fighter from previous rounds.

Now that the posters were completed and Dan got one of his team to make sure the fight card was posted up in the foyet of the casino.

Fight 1

"The Problem" Ricky Ross vs "El Terrible" Thomas Quill

Fight 2

Lacey "Golden" Godreaux vs "Shotgun" Itsy Bitsy Tosti

Fight 3

"The Destroyer" Hull Kogan vs "The Nightmare" Malachai Gemling

Fight 4

Adam "Big Daddy" Birdaythion vs Thomas "Butcher" Pitera

Fight 5

Hisoka "The Ghost" Hisoka vs "Faceripper" Keith Honeybadger

Fight 6

Alberto "Bad Intentions" Junior vs "Prince" Wraith Lockhart

Fight 7

"The Professional" John Dillinger vs "High Top Fade" Kaden Slapfacez

Fight 8

Bradley "Big Daddy" Beckett vs Benjamin "Bam Bam" Walker

The judges for these fights will be none other than our very own ex-champion General "The Destroyer" Disorder, Gracie "G-Doc" Angeletti and Mik "The Monster" Hair.

Once the poster was up a steady crowd came to have a look at who would be facing who. One thing was for sure though, this had the place buzzing and busy again. DG had held up his end of the bargain, now all we needed was for the fighters to do their job and keep the masses entertained.

In the casino foyer, AlbertoJunior looked at the schedule and smiled. The route to the final was pretty easy. Too bad he would not meet "The Nightmare" Malachai.. He laughed at that nickname, as he knew that described Malachai's own state of night rest in the weeks after he would have met Butch. If he even got that far..

Looking beside him, and down a little, he also saw 'Prince' Wraith trying to look at the schedule. Albertino pulled a poster off and handed it to him, smiling, as he did not need a death stare.. He was looking forward to the first walk-over..

Albertino wanted to join Butch, but he had asked the casino guards to keep him out of the gambling area, so he was not allowed in for a while.

Anyway, AlbertoJunior was here for one thing.

The Belt.

And the money.

And the honour.

OK, that was not one thing, but still.. He was looking forward to the contest, knowing StripheGotti had put quiet a big sum of money on him to win the contest, he started eating eMAKE's Spinach pie on a regular basis now.

Hoosier walks in with his faithful bodyguard Adam "Big Daddy" Birdaythion  and hears some pushover named Butch talking a lot of smack. He motions for his man to step forward and present himself to the crowd.

Now I know you've all been having fun and joking around about who's going to win, but let me introduce you to a pure physical specimen. This here is the cream of the crop from the finest bodyguards in the line. Adam Birdaythion, henceforth known as Birday, is a legend among these parts. He was a troublemaker growing up. He committed so many heinous acts as a teenager that the God's deemed it wise to ban him from this land for years. He's now back with a vengeance and is ready to tear through the competition. So hem and haw all you want but this here is the man to beat. An expert in multiple disciplines, he is going to dismantle his opponents, including his distant cousin Malachai. So bear witness to the Icon who is going to run roughshod over you.

Hoosier motions to Birday to follow as he heads towards the tables.

Recently Hisoka had received a phone call informing him that a poster had been updated, showing in the bracket who each fighter was vs and when. Wishing to get the early start seeing who his opponent was, Hisoka took the nearest taxi downtown to the casino.

Upon arrival he thanks the driver leaving a small tip before looking up at the beautiful lights illuminating off the building. He stands there and stares for a few moments before entering the building, seeing a few friendly faces mixed in with some new ones. Everyone in the room was huddled around the poster looking up pointing seeing who they were up against. Walking over towards the crowd Hisoka gets a pungent waft of what ever the hell was coming from the fighters. Quickly covering his nose while continuing to walk over he pushes his way into the sweaty, stinky crowd, looking up to see who his victim opponent was.

"Faceripper Keith Honeybadger...." he mumbles.

Placing his hand on his chin Hisoka begins imagining what kind of man....or animal he may be, based off the stage name. Grinning he shrugs the thought, knowing no matter who or what was thrown at him...he'd be able to handle himself in the ring. Though one thing did bother him...he was quite infatuated with his face and would very much so like to keep it from being ripped or torn in any way.

As he fed the growing number of pigeons around him, Tranquilo noticed a young boy carrying a messenger bag filled with flyers. He did not think much of it and continued to feed the hungry birds pieces of his now cold elote.

Earlier in the day, Tranquilo visited his favorite vendor, but he was nowhere to be found. In his place a fresh-faced man no older than twenty. The young vendor explained that his father had fallen ill and with this business being their sole source of income they could not afford to lose a day. Knowing the struggle of being a fellow immigrant Tranquilo gave the corn peddler what he had on him at the time. A little under 500 dollars but it meant the vendor who introduced himself as Antonio Jr. could be with his father in his time of need.

The young messenger had slowly worked his way around the park and was walking towards the bench surrounded by pigeons. Tranquilo tossed his corn to the side so the pigeons could continue their feast undisturbed by the fast approaching boy.

"Be there or be square." said the boy as he handed Tranquilo a flyer.

"Ricky Ross." was all Tranquilo said as he folded up the flyer and placed it into his pocket.

He rose from his seat and set off to prepare for the first round of hopefully many.

Having just eaten another one of eMAKE's Spinach pies, Albertino smiled at all these people gathering around the poster.. He knew the top half of the schedule could actually have the ambition to win some fights and reach the final to become the best of the rest. For a moment, Albertino thought about if he would enter such a competition knowing he would not have a chance to win.

But he quickly disposed of that thought, as it was totally hypothetical.

He knew he was the big favourite to win, not only for the First Round against 'Prince' Wraith, butreally, for the whole competition.

The only person AlbertoJunior really feared was the judge Gracie "G-Spot" Angeletti. But the first chance he would meet her would probably be when she would hand him the Championship Belt, so he figured he would not stress himself out until that moment.

Dan had been in the office when on of his staff informed him of some recent deaths that would affect the outcome of the tournament. DG confirmed what had happened with the city morgue and then came out to the streets.

"Ladies and gentlefolk, with the deaths of John "The Professional" Dillinger and Thomas "Butcher" Pitera, their opponent will advance into the next round. It is a great shame that we see two fighters fall prior to the opening bout of the tournament. May they Rest In Peace."