"My money's on me slapping your bitch ass up all night." A man dressed like a pimp handed his cane to a woman wearing see through and revealing clothes. He looked at her and with his left hand smacked her ass to get her moving into the crowd with his cane. "You're gonna lose more than your teeth messing with me." The man on the opposite side of the fighting stage claimed as he cracked his knuckles. He wore a red and blue bomber jacket, straight blue jeans and work boots. "Alright! Flummox The Pimp versus Umbra! Everyone place their bets?! If you didn't, then too bad!" Rocco leaned in closer to his Mic and screamed: "KILL EACH OTHER!" Umbra immediately took initiative and suddenly disappeared in front of Flummox's eyes. The man dressed in the black and gold laced garbs was suddenly tripped up by something causing him to fall back into the crowd. Umbra suddenly appeared behind him and then punched the air in front of him. With a confused look on his face, Umbra was suddenly smacked by a wooden plank one of the people in the crowd had handed Flummox.

"Wha? How...It doesn't matter! I'll definitely pummel you this time!" Umbra disappeared again and emerged to Flummox's side facing the wrong way. The pimp lifted the plank into the air and with both hands brought it down on Umbra's skull, snapping it in half. "Holy shit! How's he still walkin'?" Rocco's voice boomed through the speakers. "GRAHH!" Umbra yelled in pure confusion and anger. "Having trouble?" Flummox backhanded Umbra sending him crashing into a pillar. From his position, he could see Mute right next to Rocco. Mute behind the bulletproof glass placed his hands in front of his visor blocking his vision. Umbra breathed in heavily and let out a sigh. He closed his eyes and suddenly charged Flummox who didn't expect the sudden burst of energy. Umbra ran right through him causing him to fall towards one of the members of the crowd. The man he had fallen right into grabbed shoved Flummox away as hard as he could which lead him towards Umbra who with the momentum of the shove and his own fist sucker punched the pimp square in the face effectively breaking his nose with blood quickly leaking from it afterward. Umbra then again disappeared from sight. After seeing it three times now, most of the crowd had realized that Umbra became a literal shadow moving in the light. Which was how he was able to trip Flummox in the first place.

"Look at me you-" And it was Umbra who realized that whenever he made eye contact with Flummox he would somehow zone out for a few seconds and perform an action he didn't mean to. So as he beat Flummox mercilessly while he was on the ground he avoiding looking at him entirely. He finished the fight by becoming a shadow, going underneath Flummox and launching him right towards the concrete ceiling headfirst causing the pimp to knock out. After he had landed and stayed unmoving for more than five seconds, Umbra came back from his shadow form and raised his fist into the air victorious. "You can't be a pimp if you get owned like a hoe." He said. Everyone in the room cheered, victory music replacing the hip-hop rap beat that had been going off in the background. "Umbra wins! Collect your prize money on the way out! It...was a pleasure..."

Rocco swiveled in his chair and faced Mute who stood motionless as he kept looking out through the glass window. "You're next, killer!" Exiting the room, Mute began to go down a flight of stairs guarded by multiple guards or where they bouncers? Mute had learned that a lot of important figures paid good money to set up fights or to bet on them. Of course, there were those few that always stirred up trouble after losing millions of dollars betting on fighters. Mute took his time descending the stairs mentally preparing for the fight ahead. Most of the fighters here were meatheads with strength-enhancing quirks. Just simply bulldozing your way through fights worked most of the time it wouldn't do you any good fighting opponents who were quick and delivered critical and brutal strikes at the right time. Like stain…

"Banner's gonna kill you." One man said as Mute approached the door leading to the fighting stage. Tall, burly and mean looking. They all looked the same save for the skin colors. As soon as Mute opened the door, the heavy hip-hop beat going off in the background instantly grew louder and on the opposite, his enemy stood to wait for him. Mute maintained eye contact with the man as he approached the fighting stage both refusing to blink as if that somehow determined who had the stronger will or who was the better fighter. Now they were closer. Two feet apart from each other by his rough estimate. The cheering and loud whistling never seemed to stop. The hanging lights above them swung slowly shooting light above the fighting stage while darkening the crowd making them nothing but shadows all smiling and egging them on. "Mute Vs… David Banner!"

Whoa… this guy's pretty big.

In front of Mute stood a pasty white man wearing only jean shorts and a tight white tank top with neatly combed back hair that didn't fit the look of his clothing. Upon taking a good look at Mute the man let out a couple of high pitched laughs and then made a sound with his mouth that poorly imitated the authentic sound of someone's bones breaking. He swatted his hand towards Mute as if he were some kind of joke. "...You wouldn't like me when I'm…" He suddenly flexed his muscles, causing them to increase in size by approximately 25% which resulted in him tearing his tank top into pieces. "...Angry, bitch! YEUH!" And then it was on. Mute's eyes widened when he realized this guy was faster than he had anticipated, he threw his own body to the right to avoid being grappled by this walking bundle of pure muscle but found his right leg caught by his large hands. Mute was raised into the air and then slammed to the ground earning a small crack from his helm and his visor. David didn't let up on this attack. He raised him into the air again and this time swung him behind himself getting another crack though this time it came from Mute's right arm. "What's the matter?! Come one! Do something!"

David then began to hold Mute in the air with both of his hands by his head. Mute showed no signs of fear since he didn't even bother placing his hands on this guy's hands to try and get out. He swung his legs back and then delivered a powerful kick at David's head causing him to recoil back but not letting go of Mute. He spat out a tooth and some blood but other than that he looked unperturbed. There's another thing he could try. Mute swiftly spun and brought his legs up and as if he was jumping, began to use both of his legs to kick David's face in four times before the huge man finally let go and clutched his face. After a couple of seconds of composing himself, David removed his hands from his face and helplessly watched as Mute swung a metal bat to the right side of this man's temple. His eyes almost closing upon impact to the side of his head causing him to fall over to his side and create a tiny tremor as his body remained unconscious. Mute gripped the bat even harder and began to hammer on David's face over and over again until he was sure this guy stopped moving. This action would've killed most people but David's quirk made him resistant to most forms of damage. Mute dropped the bloodied bat on the floor and watched David's body tremble and spaz thanks to the brain damage. Broken nose, missing teeth, bruised face, and bleeding from the mouth.

That bastard is tough. Ow. I could really use a bug right about now. And a hot pocket.

He clutched his right arm carefully as he walked away from the cheering spectators and the brutal scene he had left behind him. "Hot damn! The right weapon can always turn the worst kind of ass-kicking to the other man's favor! MUTE WINS!"