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Sangokuden Armored War Gods Saga: End of the Armored War Gods
Co-Written By: Kamen Rider Chrome & Ten-Faced Paladin
Beta Reader/Editor: Busterleader92
Interlude: Fight Club
You stand in front of a door at the end of an alleyway. You have heard rumors about what goes on behind it. You found out about it from a friend and followed the directions you got from another friend who got it from a friend of a friend.
You are not sure how legitimate the information is, and decide that the only way to find out is to check it out for yourself.
You come here looking for a thrill. Hopefully, you are not wasting your time.
You knock on the door.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
That was in the directions you were given. A piece of wood covering the peephole slides aside and you find yourself looking at the scariest pair of eyes you have ever seen. They seem like they can kill you with one look.
"Password," the eyes in the peephole demands.
"We rise from the darkness to be reborn," you recite the password given to you by your friend.
The peephole closes. You hear a series of locks being undone. Then the door opens.
"Get in."
You do not argue and you do not ask questions. You go in and the door closes behind you. You see the owner of the scary eyes is a big and scary man who looks like he could break you in half with just one arm tied behind his back. You offer him a smile, and he returns it with a scowl.
He is not the friendly sort but you are not here to make friends.
You walk down a hallway lit by lanterns that hang above you. Your heart thunders in your chest. Part of you have some questions about what you are doing, but you have already come this far so turning back now is out of the question.
As you continue on, you hear voices that grow louder and louder the closer you get to the end. The cacophony soon becomes deafening and you realize that you have come to the right place.
You step out of the hallway into a large room that is crowded with men and women. From the looks of them, they are all fighters who have come for the thrill you are seeking. They are yelling at something but you are unable to see anything since you are all the way in the back. You look around for a better vantage point and find nothing. You decide to hazard it and push your way through the crowd. You receive some glares, but they look away since they have something better to pay attention to.
You feel yourself being pushed and shoved, and your ears hurt from all the yelling, but you push your way through.
You want to see this.
You need to see this.
And finally, after some effort, you made it and you are not disappointed.
The crowd forms a makeshift ring, and in the middle of the ring are two shirtless men. Their bodies are drenched in sweat. They have the bodies of fighters and are currently in the middle of a violent brawl. They are both bloodied and bruised from their fight, which you missed, but you are just in time for the finale as the match is about to come to an end pretty soon.
The stronger of the two fighters land a brutal roundhouse kick to the neck of his opponent who goes down. The referee then goes to check on the downed fighter. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for the fight to be called.
"He's dead!" the referee calls after checking the defeated fighter. "We have a winner!"
The winner - the survivor - raises his fists and everyone cheers for his victory. You are swept up in the excitement. A man is dead, sure, but you already know that once you're here. You heard about the infamous Fight Club and how it is always a battle to the death.
It is the ultimate thrill of your life on the line, and you want to have it. You want to be pushed so close to death, only to triumph in the end, earning a longer life. In the Fight Club, your day in the ring can be your last, and that makes it the best experience ever.
You then see the man in charge of the Fight Club approach the winner and the entire room becomes silent so he can be heard. This is the first time you see the man himself. You heard he is someone dangerous - someone that is not to be crossed.
He has strong features with intense blue eyes and dark brown hair styled in spikes. His attire consists of a black kung fu shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark blue pants and black sandals. He also wears gold earrings.
The man approaches the winner with a smile.
"Today, you've proven yourself worthy. Your strength will help change the world," the man says as he holds up two strange items to the winner.
You see that it is the mystical belt of the Armored War Gods which grants them their armor and great might. Your eyes sparkle at the prospects of owning one. You also see that the man had given the winner another item. It is one of the strange Lockseeds from the celestial realm, used to give power to the mystical belt.
Now the attendees of the Fight Club roar in approval as the winner shows them his prize. The man then turns to the crowd and stepped forward.
"The rules of this Fight Club are simple! First, you do not talk about the Fight Club in public! We do not want those guards to catch wind of this. Second, to be in the Fight Club you must earn your place in it! Just knowing the password is not enough."
You feel as if his eyes are on you and you gulp. You steel yourself as he continues his speech.
"And the third and most important rule of all, when you come into this ring, the only way you can walk out of it is by surviving! Two men enter but only one man leaves alive!"
"TWO MEN ENTER! ONE MAN LEAVES!"
"So, do you have what it takes to join the Fight Club? Do you have the strength to change the world?" the man challenges as he points to the people in the Fight Club.
"I DO!" you shout as you step forward and the man smiles. You are just so excited that you do not care if you might die. Even seeing a man die in front of you does nothing to discourage you.
"Good, looks like we got another challenger! Who else has the guts to get in the ring?" the man dares.
As you wait for your opponent, getting ready for whoever it may be, you do not notice as the body of the loser is dragged away. It really doesn't matter to you.
You are here to earn your place in the Fight Club or die trying.
Your opponent approaches and you gulp. He's big, very big, and built out of pure muscle. Compared to him, you're pretty scrawny. But you've already come this far. You cannot chicken out. You would never forgive yourself if you do.
There is no signal before the first punch is thrown. You are hit right in the face and feel some of your teeth coming loose. You did not let that stop you and you retaliated.
You swing at your opponent, but he is a lot stronger and sturdier than you are. And with the rules of this place, he means to kill you.
Not if you kill him first.
He knocks you down with a kick to the face. He already hit you enough. You can feel your right eye swelling shut and your nose is broken, but you're not going to give up.
You hear the cheers and watch as your opponent strut around, flexing his arms. He did not pay you much attention.
Now is your chance.
You slide a dagger out of your sash and then leap onto your opponent's back. You hook your left arm around his neck, holding tight as he tries to throw you off. You don't give him a chance as you drive the dagger right into his eye.
He screams and flails about, furiously trying to throw you off. He manages to throw you on the floor and you drop your dagger.
You look up and gulp in fear as your opponent glares down at you with his one good eye left. He comes at you to pulverize you and you dive out of the way to reclaim your dagger. He comes at you again, roaring.
You scream and plunge your dagger into his chest. His blood spills on you but you push him off and he drops to the floor.
You stand back up, panting, injured and blood-stained. All goes quiet but you do not notice.
You did it. You actually did it. All these years being pushed around by people bigger than you, and you finally prove you could stand up to them and beat them up.
Hah! So much for muscles! Not even muscles can stop cold steel!
You look around at the silent crowd.
And then they erupt into wild cheers.
You smile.
You just killed a man and you are happy you did.
You're only happy that you won, that you survived.
"Congratulations," the man running the Fight Club approaches you with a welcoming smile. "You've earned yourself a place here."
You see him hand you a special belt buckle along with a Lockseed. The Lockseed is red and you feel unnaturally drawn to its blood red color.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Oh, please. Call me Saito. And also, welcome to Genesis. You're going to help change the world."
Yes, you are going to help change the world.
You can picture it now.
Your future is going to be great.
You are going to become a hero.
You are ecstatic, so ecstatic that you feel like celebrating. The Tiger Festival is coming soon. That would be the perfect time to celebrate.
"By the way, I never got your name," Saito asks you.
Right, in all the excitement, you fail to introduce yourself.
"Oh, it's Ping."
KRC: This interlude takes place a week before the Tiger Festival. Considering Ping has made an appearance before, you can see what this interlude implies. He basically lied about how he got the Zakuro Lockseed and has been working for Saver the whole time. But don't worry, we will be returning your regularly scheduled fanfic story soon.
