The excessive cheering and shouts filled the underground stadium. The putrid stench of old sweat and dried blood was covering the whole area, as the crowd roared as one massive beast, enthralled in watching the fight occuring under them. A tall and slender man, with barely no visible muscle, danced in the ring, evading with graceful and fluid motions he sluggish attacks of a mountain of a man, taller than his opponent and much, much wider. The slender warrior was only wearing baggy pants and a open light fabric vest, he moved without making a sound, except the ones he make with his mouth, insulting and taunting his rival, but that couldnt be noticed in the noisy underground stadium. The wider man breathed heavily as his armor clad fists only hitted the air, and his armor ringed wih his every move. The battleground was filled of small craters, the places were the armored fighter, known as Yoroi, hitted, while Yukikaze, the slender fighter, evaded. Thier fight wasnt going anywhere, as the Shielded Titan, a user of an old martial arts style, Yamabushi Yoroi Kentou, was only failing his attacks and spending his stamina, while Yukikaze, seemingly a master of chinese Baqua, slipped away from each of he stout warrior attacks, almost as if he floated in the ring. Soon enough Yoroi was too tired to continue, his breathing was almost visible, coming like a small cloud of steam from inside the mask of his Japanese styled armor. In contrast of the ringside, heated by the agitated crowd, the ring was strangely cold, he air was chilling, and the armor was a clear proof of it, as he metal plates were covered in water, as the humidity and cold condensed it in the armor. Nobody, but a few of the spectators noticed wha was really going, Yukikaze wasnt even bothered by the sudden decrease of temperature, and his body was now surrounded by a faint glowing dust, his hair turned from his dyed delinquent blond to bluish, and so did his eyes, that were shining brightly. You're done for, you disgusting armored insect, He stopped for a second while speaking and then jumped upwards, vaulting over Yoroi with his arms extended like wings and a trail of frozen air behind them. Landing behind the armored opponent Yukikaze slashed with both of his, now claw-like, hands hat were covered by Ice. His style was called Dongji Wu, and allowed him to convert his Chi into freezing winds and auras. Yoroi roared in pain as the sharp winter claws pierced throught his armor, passed down by generations of his family and slashed his back, freezing the wound in a blur.
The Armored Fighter turned around while execuing a powerful double lariat, with enough strenght to level a building, as he shouted angrily, Stop mocking me! yet Yukikaze, in a display of amazing elasticity he just bended backwards and the closed fists and hardened arms of his opponent passed righ over him, with little no effect. With even more agility than before, the Freezing Warrior started backflipping and handstanding while moving backwards, aiming to create a space between him and his tired opponent. What's the matter turtle boy? scared of being slashed out of your shell? Yukikaze creepily taunted him and licked the frozen blood attached to the glaciar claws in his hand. Under his mask, Yoroi breathed heavily, as a wounded bull being cornered by the Matador, he knew he couldnt win, he underestimaed his opponent and he was paying dearly for that mistake, but if he would die, he would take the enemy in front of him. He had to, as he bet that he would kill the opponent, and he needed the money to mantain he family dojo from being evicted by the bank. With a primal roar he charged, using his syle Ougi, Yama no Ikari! he shouted as he charged at full speed, with his shoulder aimed towards his enemy and a greenish arua surrouding him, yet Yukikaze moved to his encounter with calm and composed steps, not giving a single **** about his enemy. A detonation lighted up he Underground ring and when the crowd was able to see what happened, Yoroi was completly frozen inside a iceberg looking block, and Yukikaze was dusting his hands, as the pieces of what had been his icy claws fell into the ground. The Announcer shouted with enthusiasm, AAAAAAAND THE WINNER IS! YUKIKAZE, THE WINTER DEMON!!!!!! a lot of the crowd was dissapointed, as they bet on Yoroi, as they thought the armored would win. The winner of the match left the ring throught a door that opened in the wall, he left while waving and bowing to the cheers of his fans, a group of rich housewifes that were introducted to this arena by their husbands to keep them busy. Yukikaze was some sort of Idol to those lonely women, and he surely took advantage of that to gain some money. He was of chinese mother and japanese father, an orphan in two countries, with no family whatsoever, he learnt to figh from a Triad enforcer, and decided to test his luck in Japan, after learning about Underground rings such as this one. He entered to the backstage dressing rooms and started to shower, he didnt even noticed that in the main zone of the dressing room, a young man, not older than 20 years old, shadow boxed nerviously, as it was his first fight in the Underground Matches sponsored by the famous Aoki Minato, Osaka's God of Gambling.
Gen Shishioh shuffled his footwork nerviously, and as he was partially nervous he was messing it up. Noticing how rough his movements were, proof of his nerves, he punched his own forehead with his bandaged hand, trying to order his thoughts. The blow managed to stop him from shaking. This situation was more about his nerves than fear, in other words he was too excited by the prospect of fighting until the opponent or himself perished, specially after watching what the usual fighters of his place could do. Gen was brimming with anticipation punching the air with a 1-2 combination. His wait wasnt long, as a bell anounced him to move towards the ring, throwing some punches to the air as he moved and stretching his muscles. He entered the ring with a single leap over the ropes and showed off, punching fast and sharp, try to show his skills. The Announcer shouted the introduction LAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GET READY FOR OUR NEXT FIGHT! IN THE RED CORNER, A NEWCOMER, A STREET BOXER WITH NOTHING TO LOSE AND EVERYHING TO PROVE! His voice sounded from a box over the ring, were he could have a birdseye view over the ring, a dozen of well placed cameras helped him to visualize the mach even better. GEEEEEEEEEN SHISHIOH!. The Hot-Blooded Boxer rised his hand with his fist closed and the cheers increased, some of them shouting things like "Fall in the third round!" or "Beat him I need the money" The Young delinquent could barely wait, he was hooked on fighting, it was almost an addiction, like an infecious disease spreading throught every cell, a burning thrist that was only calmed by fighting. The Announcer Voice sounded even higher, it wasn so strange his nickname was "Bazooka" Date, IN THE BLUE CORNER ANOTHER NEWCOMER TO THIS ARENA, PLEASE GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO.... The doors opened revealing Gen first opponent, whoever he was, the Battle Chasing Delinquent would fight with his 100% from the start