BB T3 R1 - [Aldritch vs. Dawn]

[OoC: Lock your stats in your first post. The stats you begin the tournament with are the stats you will end the tournament with. No items of any kind, and no Qi allowed. Participants must post within 24 hours of each other. Failure to do so leads to disqualification. If there is no clear winner within five days of the fight being posted, it will be decided by Staff through a grading rubric. This is a no holds barred fight, so if you feel the need to break some limbs, you go ahead and break some limbs. Post your entrance in the first round, and go ahead and start fighting as soon as you like. Let's get crackin'.]



Aldritch Hexell and Dawn would be led to the exit of the waiting room at the request that they wear no shoes, and both would be taken down opposite paths by women in white coats. The paths were dark hallways, lit only by flickering LED bulbs hanging from the ceiling, that stretched on for what seemed like forever. It would become evident that they were nearing the end of the pathway, however, as the roar of the crowd grew louder and louder with each passing moment, with every step they took. Finally, the two would come to doorways that, once opened, would reveal an arena which would prove to be quite troublesome.



The two would be led onto a rotating platform, with roughly a 10 foot radius. This platform had one-foot sections starting from the center, all the way to the border. Five feet below the platform was ice-cold water, and directly above was pouring rain. Every second round (starting with the round following this one), the one-foot border of the arena would disconnect from the main platform and plummet to the water below, decreasing the radius of the platform by one foot each time. This would happen a maximum of seven times, until the radius dropped to three feet.



"Aaaaaaaaaand from doooor number one! He's a new face with a severe case of ALbanism! GET IT?! ALbanism?! CUZ HE'S AAAALLLLDRIIIITCH HEXEEEELL!" At the mention of Aldritch's name, a booming mixture of applause and disapproval roared out from the crowd. It was hard to root for a stranger, especially when his opponent had, well... boobs. "But wait! From doooor number twoooo! The saving grace for your eyes when put next to Albino Jones, she probably doesn't have any legitimate clue what her name is, CHRIIIISTAAAAA LAAANGFOOOOORD!" Unlike with Aldritch, Christa's arrival would cause the crowd to roar solely in approval. They wanted some sort of fan service, here, and hopefully they were going to get it. "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until one of you just can't get back up - or, well, falls off the ring! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"