As the next set of competitors is raised into the Grand Arena, Abercrombie suddenly shows actual engaged interest in the battleground, something which she had previously not demonstrated a whole lot. She stares intently at the two fighters as Ciqufrinz's voice comes on over the loudspeaker.

"Alright, hope you're all ready for this next round, because we're jumping right into it! We call this one 'Hold it Together', because it features two of our most obsessive participants of this Tournament! It's Fitch going up against Bringo! Let's see which of these hyperfixating combatants will best the other!"

The crowd cheers as Ciqufrinz ends the announcement, seemingly beginning to really become invested in the Tournament now. Attota waits a few seconds before blowing the horn, at which point Fitch steps off of her pedestal, wasting no time in rushing over to the other side of the battlefield to confront Bringo, who seems to be preoccupied with counting pretty much everything in sight. Before Bringo can react, Fitch brings out her Stand, Under Pressure, and jams one of its needle-like arms right into Bringo's cheek, before sharply pulling it out, bringing a thread-like strand of Bringo's flesh with it. Bringo snaps back to reality and swings a fist at Fitch, but Fitch jumps backwards and starts running in the other direction, the thread from Bringo's body being pulled further and further, slowly pulling away more and more flesh from Bringo's face, opening up a hole right in his cheek. Bringo seems to catch on to what's happening, even though he can't actually see the Stand, and grabs hold of the thread, before snapping it and letting out a shout of pain. The hole in his cheek remains, but this does seem to have successfully prevented further damage from being done. Fitch notices, as well, and turns around to face Bringo.

"Lucky you, you managed to stop it before anything too brutal could happen. Just a few more yards and I could've had at least one of your eyes falling out of your head. So, I hear your whole gimmick is the number five. Well, if that's so, you might be happy to hear that five minutes is the longest anyone has ever lasted in a fight with me." Fitch snorts, shaking the strand of flesh off of Under Pressure's arm.

"There's more to me than...caring about the number five…" Bringo grumbles, sneering. He seems to count out the number of words he uses between pauses on his fingers whenever he speaks. "I entered this Tournament for...a reason that you could...not possibly come to imagine. I am not a weakling."

"Right, right, this time I'm just gonna go straight for your heart. You ready? I'll give you from three." Fitch crosses her arms, stepping back towards Bringo. Bringo's eye twitches, and he begins to foam at the mouth.

"You'll give me from THREE? Are you a fucking idiot? Give me from five, moron! You don't want to know...the consequences if you don't!" Bringo's eyes go bloodshot as he snarls, and Fitch just shrugs.

"Three...two...one!" Fitch chides, before lunging towards Bringo. Before she or her Stand can reach Bringo, though, Bringo lets out a howl of rage and, with blinding speed, brings up his knee to the side of Fitch's face, audibly cracking bone on impact. Fitch gasps as she sprawls onto the ground, blood dribbling across her broken jaw. She doesn't get much time to recuperate, as Bringo does a vicious elbow drop onto her back, knocking what little wind she had left right out of her lungs. Fitch panickedly flails Under Pressure's arms around, trying aimlessly to pierce Bringo's body. Bringo picks up Fitch and slams her into the ground exactly five times, knocking out several teeth and causing plenty of bruising all over her body. However, through blackened eyes, Fitch spots an opening, and sends Under Pressure's arm straight into Bringo's chest, before sharply pulling the Stand away as far and fast as she can manage. Sure enough, a bloody strand of tissue comes with it, and before Bringo can begin his next volley of attacks, he shudders and clutches at his chest, trying to snap the thread the way he did earlier. Unfortunately, it seems to already be too late, and he collapses onto the ground, pinning Fitch underneath his dead weight. Fitch grunts and clenches her eyes shut, not even opening them when she's transported directly to the medical section of the victors' area, where Abercrombie immediately rushes to her side and begins chewing out Bringo. Fitch doesn't care to listen, though. She just lets herself fall unconscious for the moment, while the crowd cheers and Derek enters the Grand Arena to remove Bringo's body.