BB T3 R1 - [Teufel vs. Ari vs. Aaron]

[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'.]

@teufel, Ari Maverick and Aaron Thorn would be led to the exit of the waiting room at the request that they wear no shoes, and all three would be taken down separate 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 three 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 fuckin' deer in a wheelchair! That's... all I know. TEUFEEEEEEEL SOMETHIIIIING!" At the mention of Teufel's name, there was a surprising amount of quiet. No one knew what to say about a deer in a wheelchair. "But wait! From doooor number twoooo! This young lady is young, mysterious, and edgy - ARIII MAAAVEERIIIIICK!" Unlike with Teufel, Ari's arrival generated some sort of a response. The crowd seemed pleased but also thoroughly concerned about how this fight was going to proceed. "But you think that is all?! FROM DOOOR NUMBER THREE! The champ from the light-weight division in our last games, GIVE IT UP FOR AARON MOTHERFUCKIN THOOOORN!" Unlike the other two, Aaron generated a large amount of approval, if only for the fact that he was a face they knew. "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until two of you just can't get back up - or, well, fall off the ring! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"