In the audience, Dr. Clef was inserting bullets into his shotgun. He has a fight scheduled for today, and he plans on winning it with style.
"Are you sure you can do this, Clef?" 953 asked.
"Don't worry, 953," Clef reassured. "I've gotten myself into a few scraps back in the day, and I know how to defend myself."
"Suit yourself," 953 said before scoffing.
Moments later, Quan Chi arrived on the scene riding a hell ram. "Battle two shall now commence," he said while getting off the ram. "Dr. Alto Clef..."
After winking at 953, he walked onto the arena with much swagger.
"...vs Ferra and Torr." Dr. Clef felt the ground shake, and when it stopped, he looked up at a lumbering brute with a pint sized female mounted on his back. "A two for one, eh?" Clef commented. "You'll be worth plenty of hours on research."
"Doctor-man wants play, Torr," Ferra said to her lackey. Torr responded with a loud roar.
"Begin." Quan Chi said. Clef got out his ukulele and started to play it, albeit badly. However, the sound seemed to calm Ferra and Torr. The audience, however, was not amused. 953 facepalmed in disappointment.
"C'mon!" Ogoleithus shouted. "We didn't come here for a goddamn recital!"
About thirty seconds in, however, Clef clubbed Torr on the head with the ukulele. This especially cheap blow had Clef howling with laughter, while Torr got angry once more. In a rage, he grabbed Clef by the shoulders and lifted him up. Clef, who stopped laughing, started acting all nervous. Ferra hopped on Torr's shoulders with her claws out.
"Music awful!" Ferra ranted. "Ferra cut you new mouths on chest!" Ferra then sunk her claws into Clef's chest. Desperate, Clef got out his shotgun and shot Ferra at point blank range (with a blank cartridge). The force of the blast knocked Ferra off Torr's back and onto the floor. Enraged, Torr smashed Clef's face onto the floor. Clef, however, was unfazed by this, as he hopped through a portal behind him and reemerged on the other side with a drop kick, knocking Torr onto the ground.
Clef aimed his shotgun at the fallen brute. "This time, I'll draw blood," Clef quipped before Ferra hopped on his shoulders, stabbing the mess out of him. When Torr got up, he grabbed Clef once more (causing Ferra to dismount and land on the floor) and tossed him far and away. He was thrown out of the arena, rendered unconscious upon impact.
"Winner: Ferra/Torr!" Quan Chi announced. "However, since the victim was tossed out of the ring during the event of his loss, no finishing move will be performed." After Ferra got back on Torr's back, he stomped back in the audience.
953 ran over to the fallen Clef (he was still knocked out). She sighed. "I knew something like this would happen," she commented to herself before picking him up and going back to the hotel to patch up his wounds.
to be continued...