HEWLLL INUH CEHLL!!!

[Mad-Rock]

More well known than one of the Great Nations is the little village known by no other title than The Pit. This name stems from it's location within a canyon, as well as within a pit at the floor of said canyon. Fires rage all about to give off mood setting lighting for the only currency maker in the entire place which is fighting. Rather it be for sport or for the kill, it's all for money. A gladiatorial sand pit is beside a small boxing ring, which is beside a sumo styled mat and so on and so on. But, for tonight's main event all of the spectators were given something really worth betting on, a "Hell In A Cell" match. To take place in the boxing ring, opponents are to be trapped within a massive black steel cage which has one door that can be forced open as well as a ceiling to which roughly 1/3rd of is a "Door" that can be broken through.

Standing before his opponent stood Nhar'qual, mask and all, jumping up and down in excitement for what was to come as he let out a battle cry. The surrounding black charred steel only threw fuel onto his burning fire.

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Rules;
No first round attack
Taijutsu/wrestling only
Interruptions from outside parties allowed
Pins, KOs, and Submissions are the only way to victory

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[Exar Kun]

Dueling Banjos from the Deliverance soundtrack twanged in the background as the ring announcer announced Dusty's name and statistics. The announcer was met with a roar of disapproval in return.

Redneck Rusty gave zero fucks about all the boos tossed his way by the rowdy crowd. He didn't even knowledge the audience' presence. There was only one thing in this arena he cared about: that gold belt. And dat mouf.

Rusty climbed haphazardly into the ring and began to strip down into his wrestling attire. Off went the archaic shoulder-pads, off went the body armor an vambraces. Within moments, the majority of Redneck Rusty's pallid skin was exposed for all to see, sans the leather kilt he wore round his fruitin's.

Rusty gazed into his opponent's eyes, daring him to look away. Waiting for dat bell to ring, the hillbilly silently mouthed a single statement to the man across from him.

what dat mouf do

[Mad-Rock]

The two hadn't clashed as of yet, but Mad-Rock Nhar'qual knew about his opponent and his decent wrestling record thus far in The Pit and surrounding areas where it was still popular to wrestle. Cracking his neck to the side he let his hidden eyes drift from the filthy mob surrounding the cage before they glued themselves to the hill-billy. From his entrance, to him sliding into the ring. The sound of the bell didn't even cause him to move an inch, but rather it was his opponents words that caused his reaction. "Dis' mouth is for biting your fucking nose off you fucking pile of white dog shit! WOOOOOOOOH!" Rushing forward like a mad dog, Nhar'qual aimed to "lock-up" with his opponent. And being that the two were around the same height and build, he was sure they'd be evenly matched in strength, leaving it to who ever could be more resourceful and tactical.

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