The amphitheatre towered over most buildings in Detroit with the highest point reaching roughly 175 feet. It was an oval shape that was built upon 5 acres of land but the battle grounds were only approximately 220 by 185 feet with a 10 foot barrier surrounding the perimeter. Behind the barrier is where the tiers of seats began. The entire amphitheatre was built in stone while the battle grounds was sand, splotches were already stained by blood from past fights and tournaments.

Tony steps out under the scorching hot sun looking out from his booth's balcony. Looking down and around he can see people from all over the country in the seats cheering and chanting. Generations of planning had gone into making this moment a reality. Close friends and members of Tony's organization were in attendance and sharing the booth with him while his servants catered to their every need. Around the rest of the establishment bookies could be found walking up and down the rows taking bets while servers brought wine and various other alcoholic beverages to customer's seats and booths. Banners hung off of booths and the battle ground barrier advertising upcoming fights, tournaments, and even businesses around Detroit. The place was fit for those living in luxury that could afford the finer things in life; such as watching men and women fight to the death using an assortment of tools and weapons from their bare fists to spears and swords. Two people always set foot onto the sand of the battle grounds but only one at most would leave. The other would be dragged out and found in the day's obits.

The crowd continued to go wild while everyone awaited the first official match..

  Ullknowthatwasme gazed through the bars of the gate into the open field. The sun reflecting off the sand was almost as blinding as the sun itself. He retreated back into the hallway over toward the weapon racks. He slid a short sword into his scabbard and tied the straps of his shield to his forearm. Sword and shield was the safest pick, after all. Strong defense and good counter-attacking. Ullk returned to the gate and awaited the signal that the battle was beginning.

  He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, causing a slight ringing into his ears. He shifted his weight onto one leg and palmed the hilt of his sword. The booming voice of TonyCosta could be heard from the high booth.

        "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE CONTESTANTS ARE ULLKNOWTHATWASME AND PAPADAY! LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!"

  Ullk's heart jumped into his throat as the rusty gate rattled open. He gingerly stepped into the field. The hot sand between his toes calmed his nerves, and he put on his helmet. Papa was coming out into the field on the other side. Armored in shoulder pads, grieves and a gauntlet on his sword-arm. He wielded the same short sword and shield that Ullk was. It was up to skill, and a bit of luck now.

  Ullknowitwasme screamed a war-cry and charged into the field. Papa mimicked the charge. Both swung their swords, and they met, steel clashing against steel. Papa launched a hard hit but it was slow, Ullk let the shield eat it. He thrust his sword at Papa, and drew blood in his side. Papa staggered, but kept his balance.

  They continued their steel song for a short period. Both launching hard hits at the other. PapaDay stumbled and lost his footing. Whether it was the blood loss or the sand beneath his feet, who could say. Ullk took advantage of his error and thrust his sword blindly at Papa. It sunk into his chest. Papa jerked back, and fell down into the sand, taking Ullk's sword with him. Ullknowthatwasme stood over his fallen foe and tore the sword free.

The crowd went wild, screaming his name..

The crowd was on it's feet awaiting the last battle of round one. Papaday's body had already been removed and just his dried blood that had stained the sand remained. Behind the gate bars on the north side was Sparta. Looking through at the right angle one could see him practicing his jabs and thrusts against an imaginary enemy, while behind the south gate DukeS could be seen pacing around nervously. As the gates began to raise and open the crowd screamed in excitement. The gladiators emerged into the light of the sun as they began walking towards the middle of the arena. Tony stood out from his booth's balcony to introduce the contenders...

    "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE COMBATANTS FOR THIS BATTLE AND THE LAST ONE BEFORE THE TOURNEY FINAL... SPARTA AND DUKES"

Tony dropped a piece of clothing fabric from the booth. It hitting the ground signalled the beginning of the duel, but as Sparta began to engage DukeS pulled back and ran towards the gate. Banging and shaking the bars hoping that someone would open it up for him. The boo from the crowd was all that could be heard and Sparta could be seen laughing in the middle of the battle grounds as he stabbed his spear into the sand.

The crowd began throwing anything and everything they had on hand at Dukes. A stray wine bottle clipped him in the temple and he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The booing turned back to cheering and chanting. By default Sparta was declared the winner and would be advancing to the finals against Ullknowthatwasme while servants ran out to retrieve DukeS' body..

Pigeons filled the sky as they carried small letters to each families HQ. The small letter was a heads up on the last battle of the tournament commencing and the odds on each..

Sparta Vs Ullknowthatwasme 

2/1 on Sparta
1/2 on Ullknowthatwasme
Battle begins at 19:30

Ullk was sharpening his two rusty swords one against the other for full 24+ hours now. He had ample time to image every swing in his head, sharing a peace of crude meat and greasy bacon with the lions next cage. He told himself as long as he hadn't his favorite weapon, the morning-star with pikes, he wouldn't care that much for his liver. The cage opened again, the frid to the Arrena just after.

He entered the Colosseum yelling his war cry: Where are those pussies!!!??? I don't like my fights being delayed!!!!

  Ullknowthatwasme sat sharpening his swords preparing for upcoming battle. A dull sword is a useless sword. This was the finale of the the first tournament, he had to win, he had to become a champion.. and he had every intent to leave the arena a victor. Ullk rose, and gave his blades a testing swing. The balance felt right.

  Ullk had been honing his skills along with his blade. By this point the swords were pretty much an extension of his body. Or so he liked to believe. That will be shown in the upcoming battle. He headed to the gate of the south entry in time to hear TonyCosta's announcement from the skybox.

 "We have a fine showing here tonight! Our victors from the previous battles, fighting to become the champions! Ullknowthatwasme VS Sparta!"

  Suddenly the gates croaked loudly and made their shaky ascent. Ullk stepped onto the blood stained sands and strode to the middle of the arena to meet his opponent. He felt the eyes of the crowd focused on him as he moved. Sparta met him in the center, wielding a short sword and spear. This was troublesome. Sparta would have the range advantage. A shadow in the sand made Ullk look up just in time to see the piece of fabric float into the sand between them. The battle had begun. 

  Both gladiators stepped back and readied their weapons. Sparta advanced first. He shouted a battle cry and led his attack with a thrust from his spear. The blow narrowly missed. He then followed it up with an overhead swing with his short sword. Ullk stepped to the side and parried his blow. He smashed Sparta in the hip with the flat of his blade, and followed up with a boot to the ribs. Sparta staggered backwards and jabbed his spear lazily forward. Ullk pushed it aside and drove his blade into Sparta's chest. Sparta's sword arm shot out, but Ullk caught it, and shoulder tapped him. Sparta's sword dropped from his grasp and he fell to his knees. Ullknowthatwasme tore the sword from his defeated opponent's chest and in one mighty swing, took off his head.

  The crowd screamed for Ullk, the first champion of the CostaAmphitheater. TonyCosta and RichardDallas entered the sands to congratulate their first champion.

 Richard approached and handed Ullknowthatwasme an envelope with a blue stamp sealing it, as well as a bronze morning star with a gilded handle. Ullk looked down at the envelope and grinned. It was an invite to The Palace to join the family in a celebration. Which may or may not include a harem. By the champions request. 

Euryphaessa steps into the amphitheatre.. She looks around and is impressed by what TonyCosta created..

Well.. I am bankrupt.. Otherwise I would go all in on the first person to show up to challenge me

Phaessa sits down in the centre of the theater, waiting for someone to arrive..

Ullk was halfly amused and a little disappointed to see his opponent's head roll so fast to the lions on chains, only there as insurance for fighters not to shit out their pants like it happened in the previous duel to the finial. He gladly accepted the gifts the organizers had prepared before the tournament began and headed to take a badly needed Roman bath before he passed the night in King Richard's harem, admiring the beautiful curves of his barely clothed escort. His salivating at the thought and the beautiful moving curves in front of his eyes was cut short by a yelling of a woman from the public of the colosseum: "I want to fight!!! I want to fight!!! I want to fight!!!". Unfortunately she fell down and was stepped on by the mass in a trance not even noticing the poor woman...

"She may have been even more crazy than I am" he thought to himself...

No one had foreseen Michael-Scofield coming out and challenging tourney champion ullknowthatwasme so shortly after he had won, but here we were midday and the combatants were gearing up. Ullk could be seen sporting his freshly earned Morningstar and the same light armor he was famous for being seen in throughout his career. While Michael on the other hand was spotted wearing leather armour from neck to toe sporting three javelins on his back, and duel wielding daggers. No helmet though and one could hear the crowd mumbling criticism. None the less the crowd was really into it but many didn't see it being too fair of a match up. It seemed more like a suicide mission for Michael..

The gates began to open and Tony Costa's voice could be heard introducing the gladiators. Before the north gate was even fully opened Michael was running underneath and charging to the southern gate which Ullk was just finally exiting. The clothing fabric finally hit the sand but it was obvious Michael didn't care and threw one of his javelins. It was an easy dodge for Ullk. Michael was still in full speed as he closed in just meters away from Ullk who was already swinging his Morningstar to build up more and more momentum. Finally Michael-Scofield was in range. He attempted to draw his sword but the Morningstar connected to his head and just like that the fight was over. Michael laid lifeless in the sand while his left eye dangled out of the socket. Ullk began screaming his war cry as he placesdone boot on top of the corpse and while banging his chest piece as the crowd chanted his name cheering for more gore. 

Tony Costa scratched his head at the random challenges Ullknowthatwasme would receive constantly by combatants that weren't fit for the life of a gladiator. Each one wanted glory but all they ever got was a gruesome death in front of tens of thousands. For some reason the self claimed warrior ShadowMoon felt he was worthy of defeating tourney winner and the undefeated Ullk. He came prepared with a katana but his armor was non existent as he looked like he was just picked out of some tribe in Africa. It was a mystery how he came by the katana and not even basic leather attire.

As the gates began to open most of the crowd cheered for their hero Ullk while the others laughed at Shadowmoon. Even Tony Costa was having a hard time not to. It became obvious that it was effecting Shadow's moral and diminishing his confidence as he was looking down for a moment.

With all the noise going through the Amphitheatre it was hard to hear Tony announce the competitors, if it wasn't for the fabric hitting the sand people wouldn't know the battle had begun. Both were in the middle of the arena's battle ground. Ullk was standing there taunting Shadow and showboating for the crowd. Doing so with his back turned to Shadowmoon trying to entice his opponent. It enraged Shadow enough to grip his katana hard and rush in for a blow, just as Ullk was hoping... Expecting the rash attack, Ullk did a quick 180, and countered by swinging his Morningstar at Shadow's katana knocking it down but still in the hands of his enemy. With his Morningstar chain laying atop of the katana blade, he swung up with a fierce blow impacting Shadow right at the jaw line. Teeth and blood spat out of his mouth all across the sand. Surprisingly though he was still hanging on to life. A chant from the crowd could be heard even outside the Amphitheatre, "Finish him..Finish him..Finish him" echoed throughout. Ullk reached out to grab Shadow's katana known as 'knightly karma' and proceeded to use it in the decapitating of it's owner. The head now rolling around where the teeth laid Ullk was victorious yet again. It seemed as if there was no one left capable of even giving him a fair fight now.. It was almost finally time to take challengers from outside of Detroit. A reward of 5 million to whoever could defeat him...

As the door opened, what seemed like an army of people all wearing black with fedora hats entered the arena. The public seemed confused, was Ullknowthatwasme gonna fight this army by himself? It just seemed unfair. Seconds later, a man dressed in a white suit entered the arena.

"I will be your challenger!" He yelled.

"What the shit!?" Said TonyCosta from the balcony as he stood up to see who it was.

"Hey Tony! Long time no see man!" He said as he turned his eyes to the gladiator.

"Ha-ha, I totally got you guys! I'm kidding. Heeelll no I'm not gonna' fight him, this guy will take my guts out if I didn't have my boys here *Pointing at his guards* He is no joke, I've heard rumors of the undefeated champion all the way to Las Vegas."

"So what are you doing here, sir?" Said Ullknowthatwasme, wondering who this guy was.

"Well, I am here to congratulate you first of all. It takes some moon sized balls to be risking your life very often to please a crowd, and even bigger to win every single time!"

"Uhh, thank you, I appreciate the recognition."

"Anyways *JoeKing turned back to the public* I am here to invite ALLof you to my recently bought mansion in Las Vegas. I am throwing a huuuuge party soon, I will have booze, lots of food, pretty ladies, new cars from my personal collection so you can drive them around the house. Just pretty much anything you can imagine, it will be there. All you have to do is show up! My guards here will be posting fliers all over the city with more information but I wanted to personally let you all know about it, thank you all for your time!"

TonyCosta; innovation behind creating the Gladiator fights, supporter to all those in Downtown Detroit, hero to the city, and friend/mentor to many across the country. He will be missed, Rest In Peace.

A tragic attack on Tony Costa had left the founder of Costa Amphitheater dead. The cause being no other but a blatant act of blood lining. The death left all wondering what would happen to his Gladiator duel legacy...

Ray stepped in to the balcony of which held Tony many of times prior and during each fight. Staring out he could see the many standing out of their seats. It was the first time the crowd hadn't been chanting or cheering, it was just silence.. Clearing his throat Ray began to speak to all in attendance,

"As you are all aware, Tony is dead. I stand here today attempting to fill his shoes in hosting the fights. With his counsel now assisting me, I feel things will soon be back to how they were and hopefully even a tad better. With that being said, I would like to introduce our first contestants.... KANEKI VERSUS ULLKNOWTHATWASME...

Ray's voice echoes throughout the arena and the crowd starts to scream in excitement. No one could hear the creaking of the gates on each corner opening, but they were and the fighters began chanting their war cries.

Money is on the undefeated Ullk to win but if Kaneki can manage to pull off a win he'll be five million coppers richer in honor of Tony Costa. He definitely looks to have his eyes on the prize with how calm and focus he is, while champion Ullk is continuing to boast as he walks around the arena. Now that is confidence. Tonight's battle will be different than any other, it will be a fist fight to the death..

As the two finally approached the middle of the arena with only four meters separating them, they turned to the balcony that which Ray stood tall with a piece of fabric in hand. They awaited the drop to signal the beginning but he kept them anxious and waiting by holding on for a few moments longer. Dropping the fabric the men put their fists up and began to circle one another. The tension was growing as with every step right it was diagonal and bringing them closer till they weren't even a meter a part, and then the fits began flying. Ullk threw the first towards Kaneki's head but he managed to dodge and throw a kick somewhat resembling a leg sweep at Ullk left ankle making him stagger for a second. Before Kaneki could connect another hit or even throw one Ullk threw a right at Kaneki's temple. It knocked him nearly to the floor. Ullk followed up with a kick to the head which looked to break Kaneki's nose as blood sprayed up and back as Kaneki's head shot back.

Now on his back, Kaneki kicked in Ullk's direction trying to keep him back but Ullk caught one of his feet and twisted breaking the ankle. A sharp scream could barely be heard through the crowd's excitement but the look of pain was louder than anything.. Ullk stomped on body part after body part as he walked around Kaneki who was still trying to recover holding his ankle in sheer pain. It was time..Ullk began stomping at the head of Kaneki becoming more and more aggressive with each one till Kaneki's head was crushed open and the body laying lifeless. The face of Kaneki couldn't be identified when Ullk finally stopped. He threw his arms up victorious and showboated for a few moments before escaping the battle grounds.

With nothing but the corpse in the battle grounds, the newly acquired lions were released to 'clean up' the mess..

Ullk, simple minded man as he was born, didn't care much about what other people thought or said about him. He was born and raised in pain. His family was slain in the second day of his existence by a cruel Imperator that just set up in the metallic city of Detroit after killing the previous land owners, slightly before...

A few moments later in our lifeframe, when he was able to raise a sword barely beyond the height of his knees, he charged the first enemy of his family in sight. He missed him. The enemy tried to strike back but there was some inherited speed in Ullk's veins that made him move as fast as a serpent out of the garden of Eden. There ensued a long duel between Death and Destiny in the psyches of the two combatants, in another dimension. Destiny after seven rounds prevailed. So did Ullk.

Winning that fight, exhausted, he saw the cruel Imperatore step on his rusty sword instead of his face, throwing 500 thousands oz of salt around him, sayin' : "Listen kid, you will be fed with that kind of wealth if you fight that well in the future. I give you 32 seconds to decide. So, what's your choice?". It was either live or die...

Once he reached the age of 8 and half, he was given an offer to earn a corrupted agent to do with it as he please if he defeats three warriors of the Imperator's choice.

Being raised as a Destiny's champion in the atmosphere of absolute decadence he could find in King Richard's harem, 

Ullk was in the mid of his sixth fight at the age of 15, when suddenly a war erupted. An arrow hit the Imperatore TonyCosta in the chest.

L'Empreur est mort, vive l'empreur!!!

The crazy mass screamed, not even being aware a war was going on... For them it was just a change of Regime at some lower level. Didn't change things very much for their standards of living...

The emperor was hit, the mass had gone crazier than ever from the surprise assassins attack being countered by some aware people.

The rebellion being shot back into the pampers phase of their cared for origin, some usurpation "would be" power guys had raised, wishing for power as soon as the previous power in place had fallen down.

Looking at the guy pretending to be some council president, after smashing his chains Ullk just turned his face towards the guy, smiled, turned his face towards the gate with an unconventional movement, and got trough the gate his fellow servants opened. All he saw in front of him was some desert. Liberty in a word. That guy, pretending to be some powerful man, he felt his blood met his ancestry before. That's why he kept his earned morning star at bay.