Once Riku had entered the arena, the roar of the crowd had definitely become more prominent and insane. His presence had certainly left an effect on the people who'd come from all worlds to see him fight and win in the dance with death. He had gained quite a reputation, even at the mere age of 17.
Up in the highest stands was a large, dirty window that was impossible to see in, much dirt, blood, and grease from earlier years and fights stained upon the glass. As frequently as it had been cleaned, it still looked as old as ever, making it seem insignificant. However, it was the farthest from the truth as it could possibly be. If you sat on the other side of the window, you'd find a large, spotless black room. Multiple security camera screens scattered around the perimeter of the window so one would only have to let their eyes flicker off of the fight for a moment to see anything moving in their peripheral vision. A large, black chair sat right in front of the seemingly innocent window, lavished with soft cushions and imposing a formidable aura upon all who looked at the one sitting upon it. A small side-table was close by, in an arm's comfortable reach away. A bottle of red wine and a half-full glass rested upon the dark wood, and a hand reached for the drink and brought it to their lips, a devious smirk resting there.
Sitting on the chair made for a god was a 6'2, well-built young man, probably no more than 21 years old. He had long, spikey red hair that would end at the lower part of his shoulder, a sharp length in case anyone would run into him. His face was narrow yet flattering, and his emerald green eyes full of mystery and power that was palpable to even the dimmest of people. Two purple tear tattoos rested on his cheekbones, their meaning unknown. Indeed the chair had been made for a god, and he certainly fullfilled expectations. Clothed in comfortable black slacks and a fitted white shirt that enhanced his sculpted torso; his fine wool herringbone jacket casually lay on the arm of the chair. Belying his refined taste, despite his surroundings. Eyes darting to the monitors for a quick sweep before imbibing in another sip of his wine.
A knock on the door was heard and he answered with a deep, "Enter." A man walked inside carefully, closing the door quietly. It was the same security guard from earlier. "Sir, Riku is in the arena, and he accepts your words of luck."
Axel mentally snorted. The man behind him, whoever he was, was totally bullshitting him. Riku had probably nodded or grunted something at him. Knowing his star fighter really was a blessing. Nonetheless, instead of showing he knew of the lie, he simply said, "Thank you very much for delivering the message, I will watch him myself now."
A short response could be heard and the window shutters slowly began sliding up, revealing a large and ferocious crowd circled around a single cage. The stands were packed with people of all galaxies, planets, and species. They all wanted to see Riku fight, and for that Axel was grateful. No better way to gain money than to have a reigning champion.
There was already one man inside the rusty trap who was tall and muscular, rippling with power and strength. He had dark, leather-like skin and an oversized bristly mustache. His eyes were narrowed, concentrating upon the small door from which the reigning champion soon would be entering the cage.
A loud voice began booming across the large coliseum-like area, the familiar sound of the announcer from earlier officially introducing Riku to the cage. He was calm and relaxed per usual, but the air of authority and superiority washing over everyone in the stadium, making them fall silent. The silverette looked around at the spectators with cool eyes before walking up the steps to the thick steel doors. They opened with the regular whoosh and squeak before clanging shut.
Now it was just Riku and his competitor.
Axel smirked, an eyebrow rising behind the wineglass as he watched over the rim. What are you going to do, Riku? Axel had seen a few larger, but Riku had always defeated them within a matter of moments, finishing them off with an air unable to be found anywhere else. This contender, however, seemed smarter and quicker than the rest, judging on how he had moved earlier in the tournament. He had fluid grace and speed that could even rival Riku's. This will be interesting…
A loud 'clang' echoed through the large room, and the roar of the crowd came back to life as both fighters took their stances. Even from this distance, Axel could see how Riku's eyes twitched up and down his opponent, searching for weaknesses and unguarded areas. Axel's grin widened as he saw those aquamarine eyes narrow when he found one.
The challenger roared and charged at the smaller male, a look of confident rage. Riku smirked and quickly ripped off one of his hand bindings, throwing it into the man's face. His opponent grunted and made a blind jab towards Riku, unable to see. Riku blocked and countered with a cross to his left cheek. While the man stumbled back, Riku slammed both of his hands upon his ears, discombobulating him. Dazed and reeling, the muscled man employed a wild and uncontrolled haymaker that Riku blocked with his elbow. Stooping, the silverette landed a body shot upon the abdomen of his opponent.
The man was completely out of sorts now as he swung his left arm towards the silverette. It was immediately blocked and Riku used the momentum to swing his elbow up to weaken the man's jaw. Another punch had it fractured. Another to his stomach broke his already cracked ribs and traumatized his innards, bruising them. A hit to the face dislocated the man's jaw entirely. He stumbled backwards and Riku took the advantage to give a final heel-kick to his diaphragm, sending him crashing against the cage door, startling some guards standing by.
When the man merely writhed on the ground, the winner was clear. Nobody could have stood for another beating like that again. A small, "Where the FUCK did that come from?!" came from the crowd before it erupted into applause and roars of approval.
Riku stood tall above his opponent, his eyes still as cold and calculating as usual, and Axel decided he could use a reward from such a grand winning streak. Before he could do anything, though, his eyes flickered over the audience, catching on something that made his breath catch in his throat. In the middle of brown and black haired people was a tuft of sunlight gold locks, spikey and short yet still silky looking all the same. He turned away to call a guard over. "Who the hell is that?"
The man looked at the redhead with a puzzled emotion overall. "Who, sir?"
Axel rolled his eyes, turning back to the window. "The blonde over-" his eyes widened as he realized the bright gold he had seen moments before had vanished into the dark and mud of everyone else, nowhere to be seen. He groaned and waved him off, resting his head in his hand. "Nevermind…"
Before the man could respond, the small boy from before pushed his way in, eyes wide. "S-Sir!" he was trembling badly as if he had just seen a frightful scene, which he probably had if the paper he had had anything to say about it.
"Here's the total injury to Mr. Jack, Sir…" He squeaked as Axel took it out of his hand and opened it carelessly, the list rather long, he admitted. As he skimmed down the paper, his smile simply grew larger and larger.
One of the guards looked at him cautiously. "Sir?..."
Axel's eyes snapped up towards the prying guard, making him stiffen and pull back, sweat forming upon his brow. Instead of firing him per usual, (He was a very strict manager) he smiled at him, a glint in his eye. "Would you like to know, Adam?"
Adam swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing before whispering in a hoarse voice, "If it would be permitted, sir…"
Axel's smile turned sadistic as he read off the casualty list. "In summary: Ears ringing, Jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm hemorrhaging. Physical recovery, six weeks."
He looked the guard in the eye, maliciousness in every pore of his body.
"Full psychological recovery, six months."
Oh, how fun.
Hullo, readers! We got to meet Axel in the story today! What do you think? And, if someone can tell me what movie the last part is from, you get either: 1. An OC in the story or 2. A short smut story.
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