[spoiler]This Exotic History was generated by Apnuukk3Li[/spoiler] Kenneth stretched slightly in the shadow of the stands as the roar of the crowd nearly drowned out the echoing voice of the announcer as he shouted the usual pre-fight jargon. [i]"And in the far corner! Weighing at 136 kilos and coming just shy of 2 meters, Twenty time champ and all-time crowd favorite. Give it up for... The Wrecker! Kliiiiiiiiien Greavaaaaaaaaaas!!!"[/i] The Titan that was currently standing in the ring raised his hands in the air in triumph as the crowd went wild with cheers and cries of joy. His armor shone a brilliant grey, probably gold plated, and his body randomly sparked with leaping arcs of energy. He took several masculine poses as he paraded around the ring before returning to his side of the arena. [i]"And in this corner!"[/i] Kenneth sighed, cracked his neck and walked out into the light slowly. [i]Weighing in at just under a 100 kilos and an average 1.7 meters. This man has the perfectly strange record of 35 wins - 36 loses and has managed to usurpe even the best to keep it even when no one expects it. Give it up for Kennnnneeeth Galedri![/i] [i]BOO!!! BOOOOOO!! BOO!![/i] The crowds answer was anonymous as Kenneth entered the arena. He simply smiled cheekily and waved as the crowd's boos increased drastically. He relaxed and watched his opponent as Kenneth did a few more basic stretches and last minute checks on his gauntlets. Klien growled and flared his nostrils as he glared at Kenneth angrily, obviously for intimidation. The brute slammed his fists together and gave a cocky grin as the crowd cheered. Kenneth simply stuck his tongue out and smiled back. Klien growled at this and cracked his neck. [i]"Combatants! Meet in the center.[/i] Kenneth and Klien walked forward and met in the center. [i]"The rules are changed for this fight due to the Warlord's demands. Rounds are 2 minutes each, 5 rounds for the bout. 30 second breaks. Each combatant will have access to the neaural link armor, amplifying damage with each blow. No rules for The Wrecker, standard for Kenneth. Are the combatants ready?"[/i] Klien grunted and towered over Kenneth. "I'm always ready." His voice echoed around the arena along with the crowds cheer. Kenneth gave a snort. "Really? I hear tales that whore from the other night wasn't impressed." Klien's eyes bulged with anger as he gritted his teeth. "I am going to crush..." "Me like a bug. Yea, yea. Insults aren't your strong suit are they?" Klien growled and stormed back to his corner. Kenneth gave a laugh and waved his hand as he walked back to his corner. [i]"The combatants are set! At the bell, be ready to fight."[/i] [i]"CRUSH HIS SKULL!!" "MAKE HIM WISH HE WASN'T BORN!" "BREAK HIS LITTLE F***ING NECK!"[/i] The crowd's insults swelled as Kenneth turned back to his opponent. He inhaled slightly and exhaled as he summoned his helmet on as did Klien. A moment passed as the two glared at each other in silence, the crowd drowning out from the sudden rush of adrenaline. [i]DING![/i] Klien rushed forward like a mad dog off its leash. His body blurred from the speed despite of his size and weight. [i]Whoom! Whoom! Whoom![/i] Kenneth nimbly dodged several punches as he went in for a quick jab. [i]Klunk![/i] Klien shrugged off the blow and shoved Kenneth away. [i]Whoom! Crack![/i] Kenneth stumbled backwards as a stray fist caught his helmet and sent him sprawling to the ground, the left side of his face pulsing in neurally induced pain. He grimaced as he tried to stand. [i]Stomp![/i] Kenneth groaned in pain as Klien towered over him. [i]Crack! Crack! Crack![/i] Sparks flew as the giant's fists collided with the simple armor on Kenneth's back. Kenneth yelped as his body convulsed in agony. The crowd cheered and whistled at the display. Klien gave a laugh as he grabbed Kenneth by the collar and hoisted him up. "That was a nice view down there huh, b****?" Kenneth coughed and gave a small laugh. "I bet you have seen bigger... Being the Warlord lap dog and all..." [i]RRAAAAHHHH!!! CRACK! OOOOOH![/i] Kenneth was launched across the arena into his corner, sprawled on the ground. His vision blurred and globs of dark grey liquid spattered his screen. He tried to stand as the giant slowly made his way over. [i]DING![/i] Klien paused and spat at Kenneth before parading back to his corner. Kenneth slow got up as his Ghost appearer and scanned him. Text appeared on his screen inbetween the splats. [u]You n*** ***er or a ***?[/u] "Nah..." Kenneth said with a cough. "Keep the helmet on... How bad are the odds?..." [u]They *******d the ro*** so h* **t a free ***.[/u] "Joyous... You think I can knock him out?" [u]I bet *** ****r is not ***ged.[/u] "So all out?" [u]Yes.[/u] [i]DING![/i] [u]Knock *** ***.[/u] Kenneth nodded and stood back up. He flexed his arm as Klien jumped up and gave a yell to the crowds approval. The crowd cheered furiously as Klien glared at Kenneth. "Just lose already punk!!" [i]Yea! You heard him! Just give it up!! LOSE![/i] Kenneth laughed a little. "Funny. I was going to ask you to do the same." He took a few paces forward and raised his arm. Klien shook in rage and braced his body, jolts of arc energy rushed over his form. Kenneth took a stance and stared at Klien. The crowd began an uproar. [i]Take him down! PUT HIM DOWN! END IT! END IT! END IT![/i] Time stood still for Kenneth as he felt the Light surge within him, it's power reacting with his body and the gauntlets he received. They weighted heavy on his arm as the dull grey knuckles felt like hots irons on his hand. He coiled his hand into a fist and looked at Klien, steadying his stance. [i]RAAAAHHHH![/i] Klien charged forward, wisps of energy trailing him as his body blurred with a sudden burst of motion. His Shoulder Charge was enhanced past normal limits and could kill Kenneth if he wasn't careful. Kenneth simply smiled and drew back in an easily telegraphed attack, standing perfectly still. He watched as the giant slowly barreled towards him, screaming at the top of his lungs as Kenneth's adrenaline skyrocketed to insane heights. Kenneth felt his arm vibrate as he expertly converted his Light to simply raw power. He waited one second, two, three as the giant's shoulder came within range. Closer, closer still. [i]RRAAAAAAA!!..[/i] The crowd fell dead silent as the blow hit home, shattering armor and bone and the echo resonated in the arena. [i]CRACK![/i] [i]Crack![/i] [i]crack![/i] [i]crack....[/i] [i]Thump.[/i] The giant fell like a lead balloon at Kenneth's feet as the blow knocked him out of his stance and shook him to the core. His helmet was cracked in several places and his jaw was crooked and hung as limp as his limbs were. Kenneth flexed his arm and squated down over the giant and held up one finger. Then two. Then three. Four. Five [i]What happened?...[/i] Six [i]Did the Wrecker just...?[/i] Seven [i]GET UP YOU LAZY BUM! YEA GET UP![/i] Eight [i]GET UP! GET UP![/i] Nine [i]GET UP!!!![/i] Ten. Kenneth smacked the ground and stood up. He waved at the crowd and slowly made his way back to the hallway. [i]BOO!! THIS WAS RIGGED! HE COULDN'T HAVE LOST!!! BOOOO!!![/i] Kenneth simply grinned under his helmet as he dissapeared within the shadows and away from the crowd. He inspected the gauntlets on his arm. The knuckles were caked with the grey blood of his fallen foe and he willed his helmet to dissapear and wiped his own blood away with his mark. "Guess these are a keeper." He gave a smile as the grey world around him swallowed his form as he awaited for the next call to the ring. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/219024582/0/0 link to part 1 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/174152491/0/0/1 link to Brawler's Choice