408/Ready to Rumble

Ready to Rumble
Date of Scene:	13 May 2017
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Juggernaut, 271, Amarok

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Juggernaut has posed:
    There is a large warehouse located somewhere in the depths of the worst parts of Gotham where weekend fight clubs are pretty much a standard happening. Hardly the worst thing to be going on in this part of Gotham but it attracts its breeds of ruffians, trouble makers, meatheads and more. Human on human, meta on meta, mutant on mutant and various mix ups in-between are entertaining occurrences here in the large cage in the center of the massive warehouse.

    The place is packed at the moment. Two bruisers pounding on each other in the center cage to the roars, jeers and cheers of the crowd. Some watch from the rafters. Others pile at tables for being drinking betting, arguing, gambling an other more secretive happenings lie scattered about. All in all it' s a typical night though trouble may soon rise.

Keane (271) has posed:
    As if illegal fighting, gambling, and the unavoidable tagalongs of drug dealers and prostitution that come along with it aren't trouble enough? The place draws attention, sure. If the police weren't on strike, or if they weren't corrupt when they weren't on strike, they'd probably have raided the place hours ago. As it is a tall character in an overcoat and wide-brimmed hat finds his way in at one of the doors.

    He might look like a private eye from a badly written novel about the 1940s, with the added bonus of that freakish facemask and gloves, but Keane greases a lowlife's palm with cash the instant he's confronted at the entry so he gets to walk right in like he owns the place. Rather than take advantage, he hunches his back and slinks around where he can get a view of the cage fight in progress.

Amarok has posed:
Sitting off alone to the side of the warehouse and seemingly intently watching the fight is Daniel Richter, a fairly plain looking young man, to plain for such a rough and grungy local as this, surely. A particularly astute eye that's actively watching him may notice that he's actually looking through the cage to someone on the other side, a smug and beefy looking bald man in a large overcoat who's scheduled to fight next.

Juggernaut has posed:
Indeed this place is..quite illegal and needless to say the local lowlifes and their partners are taking advantage of the strike to the best of their uninspired abilities.

    Inside the ring a loud meaty *TWACK* occurs as one bruiser slams his fist full on into the other and sends the poor sod flying fully across the ring to land in a slumped heap. The force of the blow is audible and perhaps even a little palatable to those nearest to the ring. Clearly a meta or mutant of some sort. The ringmaster checks for signs of life from the downed opponent and once satisfied, raises the standing brutes arms up, "Krusher Khan! The winner!" This draws an uproar of cheer's and boo's as money exchanges hands, some scuffles break out and the assorted swell of noise drowns out the announcers attempt at getting the crowd's attention.

    From the back of the warehouse, Cain Marko observes these proceedings with a bored almost distracted look. For right now the surge and movement of the crowd manages to hide even him. The behemoth of a man seated at a large table all to himself with an assorted of empty keg's scattered around him. He's been drinking for awhile and he eyes the proceedings of the ring with a certain degree of dissatisfaction. His eyes flicker briefly to the entrance as Keane arrives but look back to the ring with the same bored look, which doesn't change even with the beefy bald dude getting up to head into the ring against Khan.

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane had found himself a place to sit and ordered a drink when what passed for a waitress came around offering it, but the glass sits there untouched after it arrives. He's not really watching the fight either; his attention wanders over the crowd and it's not clear whether he's really looking at or for the people or if he's listening to what's going on, or if he were, how he could possibly be doing so.

Amarok has posed:
As senor overcoat gets in the ring and is announced as 'Manuel the Shriveled' to a chorus of snickers and jeers, his opponent, a man at least the same size if not slightly larger steps in and is announced as 'Erik the Red-All-Over' and recieves a thunderous amount of cheers for what everyone seems to assume will be an easy victory. As the fight starts with clear statement of the rules being that there are none, Manuel throws off his coat to reveal he is indeed quite shriveled and small....and he also has a large injector of some kind implanted into his body with many different tubes. He slaps a device on his wrist and green good is rapidly pumped through the tubes into his body and he starts growing exponentially. The 'fight' can best be described as a slaughter, as the once feeble looking Manuel mauls his mundane opponent, beating him to a quivering broken, gore soaked mess in barely a minute to the delight of several now very wealthy people, and the outrage of many others. Dan never blinks the whole time, just watching the brutal massacre like a hawk.

Juggernaut has posed:
    The arrival of the tube implanted man seems to cause a mild stirring in Juggernaut's soul. A worthy fighter or no? Cyttorak demands satisfaction and Juggernaut's heart urges him to see for himself if a worthy fighter is present. He takes a long pull from his metal keg, emptying the entire thing. His fingers twitch as he lowers it and the keg crumples like wet tissue, compressing into a tiny ball with an audible crunch. He delicately sets it onto the table and then slowly rises. At ten feet tall the brute is a monster physically with muscles creaking audibly and bulging out as sinew piles atop of sinew, his pectoral masses alone casting shadow over those nearest to him and his arms swelling like sequoia trunks. His garments, a simple tee shirt and jeans, straining to restrain his physique. Even at his most 'restrained' he's still basically a building with arms and legs and he looms like an elephant in the middle of a herd of sheep. Sheep which begin immediately parting out to let him pass as he begins a slow earth rumbling plod towards the ring.

Keane (271) has posed:
    The bloody mess in the ring gets more than just Juggernaut to his feet, it gets Keane to his. The masked-and-gloved figure steps toward the cage, peering intently at what used to be a living human being, and after a few seconds of inspection he flexes his long, gloved fingers and reaches up to slash the chain-link open with his claws - an act which somehow manages not to rip open the 'gloves' over his fingers - and he climbs up through the hole more nimbly than an ape-man in a 3-piece suit and trenchcoat has any right to. One clawed, gloved fingertip jabs at the mash of meat and blood on the floor and then stabs at Manuel and the words, "Murder gets murder," boom out of him as if they were amplified by a bullhorn.

Amarok has posed:
Dan's narrowed eyes are locked on the man with the green glowing goo running through him, right up until the monkey man in the suit breaks into the cage and seems to challange Manuel. Dan cocks a brow and leans back, putting his feet up on the table and watching to see what happens.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Manuel rears back in confusion at first. The haze and blood lust of combat combined with the unannounced arrival of this new comer giving him brief pause. A pause that the announcer takes advantage of as he appeals to the roar of the crowd. "And here we have a newcomer..to.."

And then eh is cut short as Manuel rushes past him and charges at Keane with a rush of wind and a pounding of the ground. With a shaking of the entire ring, Manuel pauses and then launches forward in a thunderous leap right for Keane. The clean up crew hasn't even had a chance to get the other body out of there yet.

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane, as dense as diamond himself and whose subatomic analysis of the biochemical abomination in front of him had given him a plan of attack before he even thought about acting on the murder he witnessed moments earlier, just stands there waiting for the mammoth to hit him. When the flying Manuel is in range Keane's clawed hands each make a grab for different injector tubes feeding poison into Manuel's body while the masked ape-man's mouth releases a subsonic blast of energy directed at the spine.

    Whether he gets a good hold or that acoustic bullet does any damage or not Keane is hit hard. Hard enough that what looks like gloves and a face mask are revealed to be a hologram or some kind of generated field when it flickers out, revealing totally hairless skin so pale it's almost see-through and eyes so blue they look like LED lights under a thick, bald gorilla brow. The fluidlike black field flickers again like an old TV when Keane and Manuel hit the hole the alien cut in the fence and the pair tumble out onto the audience floor.

Juggernaut has posed:
Tables shatter and the crowd nearest the cage scatters as mayhem briefly rises. The announcer stares at the chaos in confusion, unsure of how to call this. After all he didn't even get Keane's name. He begins to speak into the microphone again - only to pause as a certain chill falls over him and an enormous shadow, one far far larger then the one cast by Manuel, begins to envelop himself and then the cage. He turns and stares, wide eyed and mouth agape..

Meanwhile Manuel tumbles off of Keane and goes rolling back before attempting to right himself - only to collapse back down to his knees as the damage done and the injected poison begins to race through his system. "What..what've you done??" he hisses while trying to pull himself back together. Keane is given a wiiiiiide berth by the onlookers.

Keane (271) has posed:
    "MURDER GETS MURDER!" blasts out again, louder than before, each word booming like a thunderclap striking from Keane's mouth even before he starts to get to his feet. The alien stands there, watching Manuel. He's not panting with exertion or, apparently, breathing at all. Dead still.

Amarok has posed:
Dan just watches from his table, still and calm as can be as the alien monkey man in a holo suit deals with the venomized thug in record time. If he's concerned by what's going on in the cage, or even aware of it, he's not showing it.

Juggernaut has posed:
Manuel tries, but his fate is perhaps sealed with the poison racing through him. It's only a matter of time. He stares at Keane, fear on his face at the declaration of the demand for balance in murder. "It's anything goes! Those are the rules! He was marked!" rings out the excuses.

The crowd murmurs uneasily. This isn't fun anymore, it seems. Of course those in the back of the large warehouse are unsure of what's happening and a swell of noise begins again. Impatient for the next match to begin.

"Not bad!" rumbles a third voice! This one so deep It vibrates into the pits of the stomachs of those listening. "Here I thought that these weaklings weren't going to provide any sort of entertainment! But you took him down like noting!"

Should eyes turn back to the ring they see the absolutely colossal Cain Marko, standing in it and next to the announcer who is practically shaking in his boots in the shadow of the behemoth. The gargantua slips a huge hand into his pocket and produces a large wad of bills. Green spilling out of his meaty hands. "Put all this on me."

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane turns his head from Manuel to look at the other mammoth, the one who didn't jack himself full of chemical poison to get that way, but turns disinterestedly away from Juggernaut to continue watching Manuel's slow expiration. A creepy chorus of little-girlish voices emanate from the black covering over his face, "Little Manny took an axe, gave another forty whacks. When I saw what he had done, I went and gave him forty-one."

Amarok has posed:
Dan cocks a brow as Manuel struggles for air before turning to look at the new challanger with the large, I mean just massive, dangly, swaying, bet. What'd you think I was talking about? Dan sizes Cain Marko up for a moment before swiveling slightly to get a proper look at both the meat mountains.

Juggernaut has posed:
    The announcer seems to hear something over his earpiece and he whispers excitedly and with more then just a little bit of rising terror to Cain, "Get rid of him and they'll pay you handsomely. Whatever you want. He's unsettling the crowd!"

Cain 's expression remains mildly disinterested at first though he inclines his head in thought after a second passes. It seems Keane's antics are upsetting the crowd and likely impacting the betting circles as well. Money isn't exchanging hands and people are getting nervous. That's a no good thing for those running the show.

"Alright." He responds lazily to the announcer and then he looks back to Keane. "Hey you. Just take the first hit and don't get back up. We both walk out with some money." He raises his arm skyward as he speaks and then brings it back down, curling it into a flex. His bicep inflates like someone just sewed a four door car under his skin. Splitting his sleeves and bulging out veins the size of shipping ropes against his hairy flesh. The rest of his shirt begins to shred as his muscles inflate seismically and the crowd begins to roar with appreciation and anticipation as the display re-asserts a sense of normalcy to the fighting pit.

Cain curls the hand of his flexed arm into a monstrous fist. Knuckles cracking like splintering tree He twists, drawing the arm backwards and cocking it as he looms overhead.

Keane (271) has posed:
    After Manuel finally expires from too much of his own poison, the alien in the long coat and wide-brimmed hat turns his head up and around as if surveying the crowd. Finally Keane turns to look over Juggernaut, and after a few seconds of inspection he removes his overcoat, hat, suit jacket, vest, and necktie. Finally he returns to the hole he'd ripped in the side of the cage and climbs back in, looking like a black bodystocking in a dress shirt and pants wearing combat boots.

    His voice is quiet enough to carry just across the cage to where Juggernaut stands with the announcer when he says, "Murder for hire gets you visited when I'm done with your hireling." The alien's head turns as if he were regarding Juggernaut, and there he stands.

Juggernaut has posed:
    The announcer recoils in confusion and fear but Juggernaut interjects, coiling his body and his massive fist poised to strike as he rumbles,

"I didn't hear nobody say nothing about murder. In fact, way I see it, you're one of the killers here. " He draws near, ready to swing but continuing the build up,

"But I don't really care about the local politics that much so my offer still stands. All you have to do is take my Sunday Punch." Keane's utter calmness is noted though and Juggernaut is not a fool though he can be overconfident. In a world with the likes of Hyperion and Superman about and seeing what Keane did to Manuel, it's clear he's got power behind him. Still, Cain seems amused at the thought of being 'dealt' with. And asks a simple question: "Don't you know who I am?"

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane's perspective on the universe, at least this universe, is unique. He doesn't see Juggernaut, a man, a tall man, a musclebound behemoth of a man. He sees a sentient being composed of incredibly dense particle makeup. He is aware of a common human biology and an uncommon element which defies physical analysis. It's the common biology that interests him, particularly the eardrums and nervous system.

    While he stood there waiting for Juggernaut to attack, Keane's own alien biology had been hard at work. Billions of sub-microscopic cillia were vibrating in what would look like his mouth if it weren't concealed by that black field, and that in turn was contained in a sonic resonance chamber that got his own diamond-dense particle makeup reverberating with the force of it. By the time Juggernaut is close enough to swing that massive fist and Keane opens his mouth, the sonic pulse he releases has amped up in volume to the level of a death metal concert even if the dozens of frequencies themselves are so low as to be barely audible to humans. It isn't a physical shockwave like the one he blasted into the Venomed up thug's spine, it's a brain-bending white noise lullabye specifically engineered for a thing Keane knows better than to even attempt to grapple with. Maybe Juggernaut actually hears a low hum, like a fan motor, or very distant traffic, in spite of the extreme force behind it.

    If that doesn't work, at least to slow the monster down, well, Keane doesn't know exactly how hard this guy can hit but the alien knows he can take a pretty good beating.

Amarok has posed:
Dan twitches slightly from the slight sound emitting from Keane, his eyes sharpening their focus on the pair of freakshows about to go at it, an absent scratch at his ears being the only sign he's distracted in any way from them.

Juggernaut has posed:
    The Juggernaut is indeed physically unstoppable but there are some things that can bypass his defenses and, well, what do you know, Keane has lucked out. A high intensity sonic attack happens to be one of those things and though Cain has weathered insanely powerful ones before, this is enough to rattle him and shock him. Surprise along with pain and frustration wrack his features as he staggers backwards and drops his upraised arm to place both of his hands over his head. He emits a loud roaring, "ARRRGGGGH!, what the blazes!!?" as his ability to even think clearly is thrown off edge and he staggers with a step shaking the entire ring violently.

And he didn't even get a chance to announce his name!

But it's not enough. As he goes down to a bended knee, Juggernaut raises a fist again, and then brings it down straight into the cage floor. It plunges into it, even pulled, with a loud *TWHOOOOM* and the force of a bomb going off, with him and Keane at ground zero as the shockwave and earthquake explode from around him.

Keane (271) has posed:
    The cage floor shudders violently and Keane quickly adjusts to a wider-footed stance, but that only helps for a second before the violently shaking earth throws him flat on his backside. His black-enveloping field flickers and flashes rapidly as he sits there in the epicenter of the tremors, revealing an amazed and appreciative look on his translucent face as he braces himself with both hands and both feet and looks rapidly about, surveying the ground itself as if he could see into it as it rumbles on.

Amarok has posed:
Dan falls back as the shockwave goes out, his eyes wide with surprise as he hits the ground, clearly not having expected that. It takes him a moment to roll back up onto his feet, and by then the crowds of people have started their panicked attempts at escape, pushing, shoving, and otherwise jostling Dan out of the way until he's pushed from the ledge and left to cling to the bottom of the walkway a good twenty feet off the floor. Because warehouses are dangerous yo.

Juggernaut has posed:
The earthquake rolls throughout the warehouse, sending people this way and that way into each other and into tables. The cage walls fall and the announcer is tossed out into the roiling crowd. Needless to say, people panic and an attempt to escape the building for fear of its collapse now begins. The windows shatter as the walls sway and the rafters shake with some who had been watching from there falling fro above to land onto the crowds below them. Such collateral damage seems of no interest to The Juggernaut who regains his bearings and pulls up to his feet.

    "You little..twerp! THAT HURT!" he roars and then jabs a thumb into his meaty chest, "NOBODY HURTS THE JUGGERNAUT!" he lunges at Keane, bringing a massive hand forward and then down in an attempt to pin the alien to the ground with considerable force. His other fist raises as he does, "Hold stil.."

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane doesn't have the strength or speed of the Juggernaut, but as the earth's shaking subsides and the monster charges at him the alien regains his bearings. He's caught under that pinning hand and might have been crushed if his physical body weren't completely solid and dense as diamond. He's aware of that rising fist, probably smart enough to be afraid of it after seeing what it can do / to the freaking earth /, and although he only has a split second to amp up the reverb the alien still has enough time to release a sonic pulse at the volume of a bullhorn, this time at an audible high-pitched frequency that shatters drinking glasses yards away from its narrowly directed column which he attempts to focus on the Juggernaut's head.

Amarok has posed:
Dan shakes with the tremors and manages to catch one of the people falling from the catwalk shortly after him, a portly man in a bad suit, leaving them both hanging precariously from the walkway as the titans battle beneath them.

Juggernaut has posed:
    That again! Juggernaut grits his teeth against the onslaught and his body wavers for just a moment. It's enough to dilute the force of what happens next. Meaning the punch that ends up hurtling straight down for Keanse is actually somewhat pulled and mollified by the giants lack of concentration and acoustic confusion.

But this is still The Juggernaut and a pulled punch might be anywhere from able to dent omnium to shatter a mountain peak.

*TWHOOOMS*

The shockwave fro m h his fist hitting can be felt -outside- of the warehouse, blowing out several of the walls and collapsing a portion of the roof. His fist drives into Keane, forcing the large man down into the ground and embedding him deeper and deeper into a widening crater that forms around them both. By the time the earth stops shaking and the dust cloud that plumed up begins to disperse, Keane is buried under Juggernaut's massive fist a few good yards lower then when this started. This of course begs the question what might have happened if Juggernaut hadn't been getting assaulted sonically.

Keane (271) has posed:
    Wisely enough, Keane finally takes Juggernaut's advice and doesn't move. If anyone could see him anymore they'd see that inky black field around him was completely out, his blue eyes blink rapidly a few times with shock at what just occurred, and then he just closes them and holds perfectly still. Chances are that the next time Juggernaut gives him that option, he'll take it the first time around.

Amarok has posed:
Dan and the man he's holding onto cling desperately to the walkway as a catagory five earthquake erupts beneath them. Somehow, Dan manages to weather it out long enough for the shaking to get low enough he can drag himself and the portly man back up to safety. The two then promptly and discreetly make their exit, Dan clutching his hand in what would be pain if he could feel anything in it.

Juggernaut has posed:
"Next time, take the offer." confirms Juggernaut down into the buried rubble. He doesn't bother to check on Keane though. Either the guy was tough enough or he wasn't. Juggernaut, for his part is, mildly satisfied. More annoyed then anything. But he also knows its time to get out of there. The warehouse is in shambles and he's heard enough rumors about the local capes in Gotham that a stop over to pick up a contract lead and hangout at a fight club is all he intended to do. Just..the second part got out of hand. Time to go.

There's oen last pause and then he's out, takng off in a slow jog towards a hole caused by the prior quake.