The House (Gambling and Underground Fighting. All are welcome.)

[Scotty Rage]

In a warehouse by the docks, the lights are on all night. Inside through the rusted doors you find that the floor is actually lined with carpets. Four different bars are all over the floor and gambling tables for every casino game you can imagine. Then there's a special window where people place bets on the real attraction...

In the middle of it all shining in the spotlight is the cage. An octagon of hurt, pain, blood, and glory. Wired fence and a padded floor surround the savage arena. Hanging in the middle of the cage is a key to the lock attached to the one and only entrance and exit. As you can guess only the winners grab the key and walk out, while the losers get dragged out.

Above it all is the VIP lounge box seats, only the owner, his appointed guests, and his security can enter. Lush would best describe the inside, filled with all the amenities one could ask for, including flat screen to watch the events from the comfort of a soft leather sofa, or the hot tub. Finally it contains a fully stocked wet bar to tend to the needs of its occupants.

Choose your game.

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Eli

Eli had just finished with a training session, only hours before the grand opening of the House. Stripped to the waist, his muscular body was covered in a light sheen of sweat that caused his skin to shimmer with a soft luster in the lights. Shadow had a good idea in opening this place, and having him to run it given his former fighting background. He hoped it would pan out nicely.

Walking up to the VIP suite, he figured Shadow wouldn't mind if he used the shower to get cleaned up. After all, he had to be presentable for opening night. Stripping slowly, he stepped in and turned the shower on, rolling his head a bit as the water flowed over his body, giving a sigh of contentment.

 

[Shadow_n1n]

Pushing the rusted door open he lets it swing close behind him. Taking a good look around he eyes the vip lounge and starts walking towards it. Walking up the stairs he inputs the code for the door and strolls in casually before plopping down in one of the more comfortable chairs. "Too much dust, not enough blood", stretching out in the chair.

 

[Shiro]

Shiro grinned slightly as he glared at the the Cage in the middle of the Warehouse. His turn has come to enter the ring. "This better be entertaining" he said in a soft but emotionless tone in his voice as the door swung open. A man atleast 6 foot and about 250 pounds of pure muscle stood infront of him as he entered. "Your kidding right?" The man grunted. "You expect me to fight this light wieght?" He snarled, he was annoyed. Shiro grinned as he stood before the man, the door shut behind him. The man went in with a haymaker. Shiro stepped to the side, dodging the mans punch. Shiro had a insane man's look on his face as he spun a 360 round house kick into the back of the mans skull sending him to the ground in a instant. "Worthless..." Shiro said and grabbed the key and made his way out of the cage. The man Shiro just fought had to be drugged out of the cage by 4 men.

(( First post since i joined, hope its decent enough ))

 

[Beauty_Of_The_Darkness]

The darked haired woman looked at the warehouse, she had worn a distasteful expression through out the ride to the docks. She cared little for these petty games but her father was a well known man among these brutes which meant she had to attend for the sake of support of her father. A father who spent too much of his time and money at this place while she had to pick up the buisness he seemed to lose interest in each passing day. She sighed heavily, closing her strikingly blue eyes as she rubbed her temple. She looked at the car and nodded to her driver before walkign throught he entrence of the warehouse. The smell of liquor, smoke and mens colone reminded her whos playing field she was on. Her father always invited her to these things and this was only her third time attending. He loved the compliments he would get from the other men about his beautiful daughter. They were suckign up to him because of his money and less because of her. Most of them were too busy gambling away their life savings to really pay attention to anything else.

She made her way to the VIP boxes. She rarely mingled, rather spend her time thinking of an excuse to leave then have to watch as people engrossed themselves with dice and blood. But she did have one guilty pleasure, one that she only indulged ever so often. The fight is why she was here. Sure most women were busy with the men with money betting and swindling, but she came to watch the brute force of the men in the cage. The muscle move and bunch under tight skin as they fought with everything they had. She also entertained herself with the idea that those fighters made greta lovers ebcause of their hidden passions. But it was a passing thought. She was a rational woman. Plus she was no woman for a fighter, as her father would say. She was 'worth millions', that refrence made her want to gag. She was no model mind you. She was only about 5'2" with soft curls of jet black tresses, ocean blue eyes with curves that most models would lift their lip at. She her black cocktail dress showed off the flare and curve of her hips, the small of her waist and the roundness of her bosom. Who was she trying to impress? Whos knows. Maybe a fighter, while tryong not to get killed, would look her way. If not, there was a back exit and she had a good book at home.