A/N: This story will start off a little Original Character heavy before introducing Kingdom Hearts properties later. The premise is simple, imagine the struggle tournament from Kingdom Hearts 2, but with more stakes.

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She fell to the canvass after a vicious hit to the cranium. Even with all her might she couldn't get her body to rise back up before the referee counted to three. His music hit to cement his victory, in a brilliant screech nearly rupturing her eardrum she was so close to the speakers. Before the sight of this degenerate numbskull who didn't even have the decency to shake her hand celebrating could make her physically ill, Bailey left to the locker room, grabbed her stuff and headed home. Not before getting her small pay from the wide load stiff.

The sun was almost up, her parents would wonder where she went if she wasn't in bed very soon. Bailey was at the boiling point. She didn't even want to escape her frustrations through music. Willing to let her anger consume her as she peddles home against the cold winds. At school she battled exhaustion and ultimately lost, falling asleep face down on the cold hard desk. Her teacher didn't particularly care for Bailey behavior. She'd get written up and told to hand the letter to her parents. Of course, she threw the letter in the garbage torn up.

Tossing her backpack to the side without any regard for that day's homework, she left to meet her friends down at the diner. Typically, not the hangout for school children, but particular place sold the best milkshakes, thick with milk and sweetness. Bailey would go through two or sometimes three in one sitting. It was the only thing her home was ever good for.

Waiting for her was Edgar, wearing his hair in a crew cut. Coming from a military family their values were instilled into him from a young age. Next to him sat, Raven. Where Bailey sported some muscle, Raven was slender and of smaller stature. They had heard of her loss and bought her a milkshake. "So that's it? No title shot?" Edgar asks.

"No. I can still get one if I win the rumble tomorrow. Only I'm the first entry." Bailey explains. "So how many butts you gotta kick to win?"

"30. They all have to stay on the ground for three seconds, submit or toss them out of the ring."

"Has anyone ever submitted during a struggle match?" Edgar ponders. He's watched the sports for years and has never seen such an occurrence. "Anyways, tonight it's Hearst vs Hicks."

Hearst is the champion, has been for nearly a year. His friend Hicks is nearing retirement so for his final match Hearst gave him a title shot. A move that infuriated many, but it's his title he can do what he pleases. "I hope Hicks knocks that smug grin off Hearst's disgusting face." Bailey dabbles with her darker impulses. "I'm so tired of Hearst."

"Nobody likes Hearst!" Edgar emphasizes. "I think that's the only reason he's champion."

The entire joint rooted for Hicks. Hearst was set to retire and the last thing people wanted to see was a self-absorbed brute walk away from the game on top. They'd even root for a degenerate like Hicks to be the one who usurps him from the throne.

Hearst went to work clobbering Hicks' head, knocking him out of the ring smashing his bat on his left ear before showboating to the crowd, the place erupted with groans. "There he goes again." Hearts antics grew tiresome. It didn't offend anyone, it only annoyed everyone.

Hicks bounces back to his feet and proceeds to mount a comeback. Using his nerf bat to knock his longtime rival from his feet to the ground, wasting little time he goes for the cover. One... two... NO!

At this point Bailey was unable to focus on anything but the small TV set. Hearst regained control and disarmed Hicks, before harming his knee and back for the pin-fall.

"Winner! And still the Struggle Champion of the World... Hearst!" The ring announcer bellowed, feigning excitement.

"Hearst will retire with the championship belt. The first to ever do so." The television announcer told everyone, as if they didn't already know.

"Awful. Simply awful." Edgar says. "In ten years nobody took him down."

"All that means is tomorrow is a new era." Bailey said.