Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
The announcer's voice echoed off the every wall of the catacombs, harmonized by the loud cheers of the surrounding audience. Sounds that Marius was long familiar with, as he lowered his gloved fists. Lying at his feet had been his opponent for the past good few minutes, breathing heavily. It was evident that he was conscious, still, with his hands sliding across the mat, as he tried to plant it below himself, but his strength continued to fail him, and the referee had called the victory to the red-haired vessel. Marius swallowed down the saliva that had stored up in his mouth, before releasing a sigh of relief as he stepped back. His arms dropped to his side, hanging limp as he raised his chin slightly, allowing the lights of the underground arena to wash over his sweaty glistening body.
This was how he made a living, beating the hell out of others for the sake of people's entertainment. It was a disgusting idea, in retrospect, how such barbaric acts could appease their taste for pleasure, but humanity had always been barbaric since the beginning of times. Even now, when technology had advanced to an unbelievable point, people still craved for violence. Even when it was being done to someone else. Despite that, Marius could not deny that it paid well. And he was damn good at it. Besides, with how he had grown up, it was hard for someone who carried little credentials to find a modest well-paying job.
He cleared his throat, then, nodding his head in acknowledgement as the referee raised his hand in congratulations, a soft grin on his face. Barbaric, yeah, but Marius nonetheless took pride in his wins. He was a contradiction in that regard. His other hand came up, wiping the blood off a cut he had earned on his lip after having received a good hit to it in that bout. Eventually, the hype would die down, and Marius was ushered out of the ring, towards the corner where his table was. He fell upon his seat, immediately reaching for his towel and bottle, as he swung it over his bare shoulders, while pouring the water into his mouth.
Every Friday night, the catacombs would light up in excitement, exclusive only to the rich and powerful - and of course, the fighters - as they indulged in their bestial natures. And every Friday night, here Marius would be, ensuring that he could still put food on his table. He sighed, dropping his head as he rested his elbows on his thighs, wrists crossing over each other. Was this really all he'd be doing in life? It wasn't, was it? Especially with that thing he had been born with. Born as.
[attr="class","face2lyric1"]— 001. a budding flame
[break][break][break]
[attr="class","name-hiptxt"]
[break][break]
"hey, hey, hey!" roared the masculine voice of rasp that hid between it. there were a couple of men who watched the blunette that waltzed over to the fighter from afar. with a simple hand rose, he'd tell the goons afar to go about their business. "i like a guy who can handle himself in the ring--no," he'd pause, taking a seat upon the bench to replace his previous words, "a man that can handle himself in the cage!" gritted fangs and piercing cerulean daggers focused unto the redhead. "pretty sure a guy like you could take on ten or more if they messed with you, am i right?"
[break][break]
a casual fan. nothing scared the blunette that was sauvage. he was a seeker for excitement and danger, so doing this was nothing more then a chore. he was sitting next to a lion right now--practically begging to stick his head into the guy's mouth. "you can't expect yourself to do this forever, red!" sauvage called the bright haired fighter, "a lion like you is practically being watched carefully by all these rich men," slinging an arm over the fighter, he'd lean in--had he been allowed--to whisper, "i mean...when your rich, you can buy anything right? a lion's something any rich man would want--and these men here--including me--want you, but i don't want you going off to some horrible monster my friend, gahaha!" a hearty laughter followed as the blunette cackled at his own words.
[break][break]
rouge was the type many crime organizations sought after. he was the perfect hitman, "now that you're available to talk, why not become one of my goons? i treat my guys right, and a guy like you doesn't want to do this for his entire life--right? fighting? you get old y'know, and i don't think underground cage matches pay enough for you to retire." to think he could control a lion was mahogany! but he was a man of action--someone who sought out risk. "i've been watching for sometime y'know, i come down here occasionally for celebratory fights and drinks, and i have to say--you keep me entertain, red," sauvage stated, "reminds me of my youth and school days. nightly street fights and gang wars? that was the life, exciting, a thrill, and full of freedom! i feel alive," the blunette would stand in excitement, expressing his emotions with spread arms and mischievous smile, "but that just isn't enough--it's not exciting if you don't have a proper being at your side who can match the essence of excitement--to keep that joy going." as he stood, he'd look down toward the red haired fighter. his hands, now, placed in his pockets.
[break][break]
"tell me..." sauvage would ask, "do you enjoy fighting in these cages every night?"
The violation of his personal space was vocalized by the man's greeting, earning a slight flinch from the red-haired vessel. It wasn't the first time that someone had approached him following a fight. Some of them came to congratulate him for his victory. Others wanted to make friends. And a small number wanted to hire him to be their personal muscle. None of them ever walked away satisfied. Question was, which category did this new arrival fall into? He took a deep breath, more so to keep himself calm, as he straightened himself, raising his chin to place golden eyes up on the blue-haired well-dressed male standing before him. From his demeanor and attire, it was evident that he was just as rich and powerful as majority of the people around, if not more. Great.
He settled himself down on the bench, Marius' lips twitching downwards slightly. Rich and powerful he may be, but there was no way in hell Marius was going to allow himself to be poked at like that. There was a reason, other than his lack of educational qualifications, that made it hard for him to get any other job. "Maybe," was his snap of an answer to his first question, as he placed one hand on his thigh to hold himself up, body slightly turning to place him within peripherals. The towel hung over his head, yet his golden eyes were visible from under it, as were the pair of furrowed eyebrows that displayed his displeasure clearly.
When the arm was thrown over his shoulder, his eyes came upon the hand, and once more, his lips twitched into a frown. Just as quickly, it'd revert back to its passive thin line, though he made no effort in meeting the man's eyes once more. He simply allowed his gaze to divert blankly towards the front, as he toiled to keep his composure. Starting trouble here would be gratifying in the short-term, but he knew that it would definitely come back to bite him. Eventually, after all the rambling that slithered from between the man's lips, he revealed his intention for approaching Marius like so. To hire him. To become one of his hired goons, and he was rather blunt about it too, not even sugar-coating the term he would be labelled as. Marius scoffed.
He cocked his eyebrows then as Sauvage talked about his youth, his eyes finally moving back to address him, giving him a pensive look. He didn't look that much older than Marius did. In fact, if the red-head didn't know any better, they were about the same age. Condescending little prick, wasn't he? At the very least, Marius was relieved that he had finally gotten off of him, as the male moved back up onto his feet. He hadn't left, though, and Marius knew there was still more to the situation to... Improve on. He clicked his tongue, before getting up on his feet as well, pulling on his towel and causing it to slide off his crimson mane, and down around his shoulders. He picked his water bottle up, then, before tilting his head as he finally had the chance to address the male before him.
"No," he replied simply. "The last thing I want to be is a muscle to one of you businessmen who's got too much money to spare. I'm not a pet to be domesticated, nor a thug you can just order around." Marius allowed his golden eyes to look Sauvage over, as if sizing him up.
"And what does it matter if I enjoy it or not? It pays the bills. That's all that counts. Whatever you may have to offer above that, I've no interest in hearing it. If I'm going to be swinging my fists, I'll be doing it on my own volition."
[attr="class","face2lyric1"]— 001. a budding flame
[break][break][break]
[attr="class","name-hiptxt"]
[break][break]
what...? had been his first thought in response.
[break][break]
a grin was no longer plastered on his face. his smile long gone and forgotten. a stern look had been worn, as though trying to gather the scattered disbelief in the fact that his generosity was denied. how would the stern face of sauvage respond? there was all but one way: hands placed in his pocket and his right foot slamming unto the side of rouge's right. he stood in front of rouge who possessed nothing more then a cold gaze; whereas, villainous, sauvage wore a fiery smile.
[break][break]
with a sinister grin. sauvage nearly had his face touching the redhead's. one inch-away from rouge, crowds of many began to look over toward the duo out of fear for what was to come next. many were aware of who the pair were, and for these two to buttheads? that only spelled trouble. a grin that never wavered. sauvage began to speak in a low-tone of voice, "hey, hey, hey..." the blunet whispered, "you got a lot of nerves to talk like that to me, red. not too many guys like you got the stones," he complimented. he began to repetitively slam his left foot upon the bench which marius sat on, laughter following in place, "gahahaha, i like this this fuckin' guy!" a widened grin and heavy panting were enough to show just how excited he became.
[break][break]
it was official: he wanted red's star seed. men like him were to be feared--that cocky attitude and hardened demeanor reminded him of his father, he wanted to rip red to shred. "alright, then, i understand. you don't want to get involved with the people who earned their status through blood money--basically, right? i mean, why would you want to get involved with powerful men who're nothing more then corrupt--you have some self-righteous sense of pride bullshit to uphold, yeah? even though my offer would've gotten you out of here..." he wouldn't wait for a response, only ending the conversation with a, "tch." he removed his feet off of the bench, hands no longer within his pocket.
[break][break]
"alright then," as he began to walk away, he'd come to pat the shoulder of one of his goons, "go have some fun boys." and so four goons, under his order, began to encircle the mighty rouge, "sorry, red. but i'm gonna make sure you can't fight in this place anymore. guys like you need to be reprimanded--punished for their shitty 'tudes." a cocky grin etched unto his face as he stood far from the slaughter that was about to occur, "yeah, i'm gonna make sure of that--any last words?" he'd ask the now, so called, "red".
Never one to back down, Marius stood his ground even as Sauvage closed the distance between them. Furrowed eyebrows enunciated his golden glare as he met the blunette's own, his mouth remaining ever a slightly curved passive line, a clear display of resistance against whatever game this man was trying to play over him. Marius had never played well with others, especially people who believed they carry authority over others. And no way in hell would he ever come to throw his fists around for the whims of another. He scoffed, simply, as the man slammed his foot on the bench behind Marius. Did he truly think that would be enough to intimidate Marius into submitting? Or was he simply trying to keep his own ego afloat? The red-haired male simply tilted his head, a gesture of casual calmness before the raging typhoon that Sauvage was slowly shifting into. He had met his fair share of egos, and blunette here was no exception. "I don't scare easily," Marius replied as Sauvage threw his first snap.
Whatever the case, the conversation between them had evidently developed into something more hostile than not. The tension was heated, and everyone in the room could feel it. A few had even began to turn away from the fight happening in the cage, and was beginning to eye them instead. Sauvage would continue to try and belittle Marius' stance with words, only to receive a huff in reply. He had gotten him all wrong. He wasn't one to shy away from blood money. Hell, the money that paid for his meal and his lodgings were blood money. Money he earned from beating down others. But it had been done by his own volition. He swung his fists for his sake.
In short, he simply refused to be someone else's mutt.
Whatever the case, Marius had expected what would happen next, as Sauvage moved towards his goons. Four of them. Marius gritted his teeth. Had he bitten off more than he could chew here? He took a deep breath, as he flexed his fingers, before rolling his head to stretch his neck. "Typical," he started, before releasing a light chuckle. "I've met a number of people like you, but at least some of them had the stones to finish their own fights, instead of hiding behind their dogs."
[attr="class","face2lyric1"]— 001. a budding flame
[break][break][break]
[attr="class","name-hiptxt"]
[break][break]
hey, hey, hey... was this guy serious? was he really not going to fight his goons? sauvage wanted to use this as a time to analyze the guy's star seed worth--but hey? when has one plan ever went through without failure. if the guy wasn't going to entertain the crowd, then he was just going to have to do it himself. it'd been sometime since he actually boxed with anyone who had the coconuts to step to sauvage, but he wasn't a leader for nothing--and this guy was going to learn why.
[break][break]
"alright red, if you want me to personally break your face and make you my bitch--sounds fun! i've always wanted to call someone "bitch-chan" after this japanese cartoon i watched, doesn't it have a nice ring?" a laughter followed upon the blunette beginning to strip. removing his leather jacket and tossing it to the side, he'd then say, "out of the way boys, it might get bloody and i'd hate you all to have to go home and explain yourselves to the family." the sound of fabric shredding emanated about the room. a deep scar wound could be found upon sauvage's chest, as though he were cut by something great. with his bare chest revealed, a sinsiter grin emerged.[break][break]
"exciting, exciting, exciting, exciting..." his goons began to disband from around marius the moment sauvage began his walk. that walk soon turned into a slow job, and then that said job hurdled into a sprint. a face--no--rather, his eyes, screamed how much he was excited to have his fist interact with marius's own.
[break][break]
"ready yourself, red!"
[break][break]
had he stood up in time to prepare for combat. sauvage's left hand was stretched back, his right forearm placed to the front of him in order to properly counter the assault of a knee or any form that involved a leg strike; though, sauvage's face was well open for a left hook if marius so desired to take it. the people wanted a cage fight? impossible, something too inhumane was about to occur. the outcome of this fight was unable to be decided at this very moment, but the beginning of who would deliver the first blow? well, either of them had such a chance. it all merely depended on marius's actions.
Marius flashed a light grin - though only briefly - when Sauvage fell right for his taunt. Almost immediately, he reverted back to the defiant posture he had adopted ever since Sauvage had approached him. At the very least, he could settle this ridiculous situation faster than he would have been made to had he fought with the goons. He would certainly expect them to be concerned more about Sauvage's welfare than continuing to attack Marius. That is, of course, if Marius managed to put up enough of a fight against the blunette. There was still the risky variable that Marius was betting against, and that was the combat skill of the goon leader himself. He waited for Sauvage to ready himself for the fight, as the four dogs allowed themselves to spread apart, standing as if they had become the new posts of the fight ring between the two. Suffice to say, the escalation of the situation had drawn the attention of the crowd. These were beasts, audience and fighters alike, and they enjoyed nothing more than a good fight, in and outside of the ring. Already, at the corner of his eye, Marius spotted a few patrons of the violence exchanging bills, placing their bets on either fighters.
Marius glanced down at his fists briefly. He had just come out fresh from a fight. Did he have enough in him to withstand another? Especially someone with a personal agenda, and an expected pride that would refuse to give up even against overwhelming odds? There was also the risk that he would call in his goons to partake in it.
He raised his chin. "Just hurry it up already," he called out with a soft sigh, feeding the flame that was Sauvage's own rage. There was one advantage that Marius had over Sauvage, though, and that was the mere fact that this was no cage fight. This was a brawl. A street brawl, if anything else. That meant one simple thing. Anything went. As Sauvage came in with a quick left hook, a clear attempt to test the waters. Marius, having already stood up much earlier when Sauvage had, would quickly slide his right foot outwards, leaning his body and hopping in the same direction as he brought his left hand up. A forearm moved to push Sauvage's hook away, while his right hand snapped upwards, and then forward.
A swing, though a reckless one, considering his own movements had moved him out of range of Sauvage's face.
That is, if not for the towel he had retrieved from his shoulder, as he swung the fabric forward, intent in slapping Sauvage's cheek with it.
[attr="class","face2lyric1"]— 001. a budding flame
[break][break][break]
[attr="class","name-hiptxt"]
[break][break]
"gah!" his left fist was swept away. a sudden smite from rouge's towel caused sauvage's head to rotate to the right; though, as his head turned--so did his body. quickly lowering his top half and switching all of his weight onto his left leg, the blunette, then, rose his right leg in order to conduct a rising, backward clockwise spin kick to rouge's temple. had it landed he'd then kick rouge in the center of his chest with the exact same leg to the push the man; though, should he miss the first assault due to rouge choosing to duck, then he'd switch his weight back unto his right footing to quickly raise his left and bring the left heel of his foot downward. attempting to aim for the male's right shoulder in hopes of crushingly dislocating it. [break][break]
"gyahahaha!!" a wild laughter gave way during the assault. if rouge had, instead, chosen to jump back away from the first assault, sauvage would give chase so that he could grab the male by his neck with his right hand, pull him in, and deliver crushing punch to the face with his left hand. although, he could choose to also block the assault of his leg with the exact same arm that flung the towel at him; though did he have enough time to react? of course, sure! but that would allow for rouge to be grabbed the ankle of his left leg and forced to fall upon the ground.
[break][break] if rouge were to be grabbed by his left leg due to blocking sauvage's rotating spin kick. rouge would have to succumb to being tugged by his left ankle, pulled to the ground, and, with all of sauvage's might, thrown into the ring where the two previous combatants were fighting, sauvage stated simultaneously, "get over here!!!" after all, they both need a better stage do they not? but the possibilities of what rouge could do were endless, but sauvage was prepared to make a counter regardless of the fiery redhead's choice. [break][break]
let me know if you want me to edit anything or have questions! i'm a bit rusty as fook. but nothing is concrete, these are all hypothetical!! i've forgotten the rules of t1 tbh, lmfaoooo. sorry for the wait, flou!
The skin LIGHTS OFF was made by JAWN of WICKED WONDERLAND.
HALATION was created by KOJIHIME. Images belong to their respective artists. All codes and scripts belong to their respective coders. Please DO NOT take anything without the owners' permission.
[break][break]
[break][break]
[break][break]
