Somewhere in the New World, the underground brokers, mafias, drug dealers, human and other race traffickers around the world gathered to witness bloodshed held by the most fearsome, strongest, and feistiest fighters to ever stepped on the stage.
Every year, only one of them would be named as the Grand Champion and would gain access to all illegalities and take home the key to an island and be its own ruler/owner.
For the past 5 years since its commencement, only one fighter has claimed the prize and from then, thousands of challengers and monsters have emerged in an attempt to take his crown but he, Landayan Morrow would not allow even a mere fly stand on his way. He would eradicate them, including their souls. People called him.
"Gambit! Gambit!", a 12-year-old son of an underground broker reached out to him. He was blonde with blue eyes and about 1 meter in height, who is dressed like a cowboy with a hat. "I have been a fan since you first came in here. The way you easily destroyed your opponents is just fascinating and I wish that you keep winning this tournament. Of all the fighters I've seen, you're the only one who would keep your foes alive and make them challenge you once more. That's something noble. Please, can I have one of your metal cards as a souvenir?". The child requested him like a cat with his eyes sparkling in tears.
The champion turned to the kid with a sinister-looking face and crouched a little, appreciating a fan. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes!", he responded with such a glow on his face.
"There you go, son. Don't t-", he wasn't able to continue as the child before him screamed in pain. "Waaaaaaaaaaa"
"Oh c'mon! I was about to tell you to not touch the edge. They're pretty sharp. Without proper training and caution, you will bleed. Lemme apply some pressure on that and let's find a nurse."
2 hours later, Gambit was sitting cross-legged on a chair inside his room. In his silence, the crowd outside is being pumped up as the announcer started the program with his baritone voice. "Ladies and gentlemen. We are about to start the final event of the year. It is a battle between two gods and masters of their own disciplines. They will go down as two of the most prominent fighters in the history of Underground Massacre but only one will be named a true Underworld Champion of the World."
Inside the stadium lied thousands of audiences. The elites were seated in a tiered arrangement that enabled them to have a perfect view of the battle. Special seats were provided at the north and south ends respectively for the VIP tickets. In the middle sector of the audience, seated Shit Buffer, anchoring the event.
"AND NOW...", and the pitch of his voice ascended by an octave! It was then followed by a series of drumrolls and rapid scaling of the electric guitar.
His initial announcement resonated across the battlefield with the support of advanced sounds system all over the arena. The crowd would then cheer on top of their lungs as they waited for the introduction of the two warriors.
Drumrolls continued and the hammering of the strings of the guitar escalated. Buffer continued, "In the left corner. Our contender!"
The crowd went crazy as they witness the emergence of the prettiest mink. "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooah!"
As she appeared behind the fogs, the people uproared even more! "Shiro! Shiro! Shiro!", they cheered.
Buffer then introduced her, "She has gone from the tribe of minks and competed in this competition at a very young age. This year, she has been undefeated and destroyed all her opponents with such ease. Her combination of smokes and electricity was such a beauty and beast! Her record, 51 to none, 40 knockouts, 5 TKOs, and 6 no contest! The ever-chilling, the sadistic, the moonlight herself, Shiro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The audience was watching how the young lady entered the stage. She had wolf-like ears and white hair with black clips on the right side. She was wearing a black leather jacket and shorts with a belt around it, hand gloves.
Gambit was lighting a cigarette. Drawing in a deep breath, it flared. The smoke dove into his lungs and in his mind, it's either death or victory. He knew that the only way to become a legend is by defeating legends themselves. Exhaling, the smoke leaving his mouth instantly dispersed in the air. And with one last puff of it, he finished the cigarette, flicking it off the ground, before grinding it with his right foot as he gradually rose to his height.
"AND nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!!!", the announcer continued. "In the right corner!" A soundtrack called Chala Head Chala is played in the background as he is introduced.
"He is a prince of charm. A lord of agility and destruction. He has shown how ruthless he is facing his opponents of the highest calibers. He has never back down a match and will never be. His current record, 224 and 0 with 200 Knockouts and 24 no contest! The reigning. The defending. The only 5-time underworld champion of the world."
The lights of the stadium were all focused on the emerging warrior as he simply stood underneath the right hallway. He was as elegant as ever. Wearing only his most expensive black tuxedo with special embroidery of white roses on its right chest.. Underneath the tuxedo is a plain white unbuttoned polo. His pants are black and on his waist holstered a series of metal cards by a cross belts. His iconic boots all complemented his attire.
And as the diaamond emblem on his forehead glowed, Buffer named him, "Landayan Morrow, The Gambit!"
"Gambit! Gambit! Gambit!", yelled the crowd.
"Iìiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiits Time!!!!"
@tlgRen
