1..2..3 He's Out! (Cascade Open)

The Talonia arena was full of spectators as an event was taking place calling for all competitors mage or none to participate in this event, it was a live professional wrestling event and one of the people competing was the Poison Shadow dragon of Basilisk Fang Sol Terumi, his opponent came out as most wrestelers did in a pair of tights and wrestling boots, he paused for a moment and posed as a curtain of sparks rained down behind him for dramatics as he made his way down to the ring, the man wore a look of smugness as he slid into the ring and posed once again on the ring ropes,.

The man looked as if he was about to say something before suddenly the lights went out and the whole arena went dark despite it being daylight outside, suddenly a heartbeat was heard as red light flashed to the rythem of it, the beat got progressively faster as fog filled the arena and a figure could be seen moving thru the mist. All of a sudden at the swell of the music the figure stood upright and outstretched his arms as the light seemed to focus on him and revealed Sol in a pair of wrestling pants and body paint done in the visage of a terrifying set of teeth across his chest and face. He dropped to the ground as he started to crawl towards the arena snarling silently and baring his teeth like a wild animal his red eyes darted all around.

Suddenly at a part of the music he stood and outstretched his arms again causing the lights to suddenly go white and flash powerfully as he did it once more and he suddenly slid into the ring before causing the lights to flash once more as he suddenly turned to face the crowd and his body paint was magicly gone but he still looked intimidating to all who saw him.

As the towel laid on the back of his between his legs ducked head Strange breathed in the damp air of the locker room. Why did Horatio reel him into this venture? Although the Arena was an amazing place to earn yourself a name it was no place for the con artist. Yet here he was, shivering at the thought of what might happen if he faces an unfortunately strong opponent. Oh well, no sweating it now. He was already signed up, and the guys hosting this didn't seem to be fond of people not following up on their promises. Though this was a somewhat legal establishment, things couldn't get that bloody right? Sitting like this certainly wasn't going to make it any better. Strange stood up, dropping the towel behind him. The boots and pants looked silly, but he looked the part. He wasn't a frail man himself, there was the barely defined sixpack on his chest and the small muscle development in his arm, but all in all the tall but slender man still seemed frail to be a wrestler. In order to mentally prepare himself Strange threw a couple of punches into thin air, though as soon as he realized it was the wrong sport he quickly stopped.

The door slammed open, and his make-shift coach for the match, a fat man in a hoodie and sweatpants looked him straight in the eyes. ''You're up champ, let's see what you got!". The man seemed excited, and Strange had trouble figuring if it was because he was looking forwards to a slaughter or a nice match. Either way, bad publicity didn't exist right? One last double slap on his cheeks and that's it, Strange walked through the door and looked through the badly lighted hallway. There was light at the end of it, and Strange sure hoped this wasn't a foreshadowing sight of what was to come.

The crowd could be heard more clearly from where he was standing. Their shouts ever aggressive, filled with excitement. It seemed the other Duo had already entered the ring. He was the last to enter. The cheering of the crowd, the large lights in sight, and the idea of gaining fame across the city. These things triggered a change in the frail man. His eyes began to contain a small flame of passion. His posture changed more upright, his muscles tightening a bit and his teeth clenching out of sheer adrenaline. Horatio had arrived, and he was sure to give the crowd what they wanted, one way or the other.

Now that he was filled to the brim with (over)confidence nothing could stop him, or so he felt. He didn't bother walking towards the stage, so he decided to take a light jog. The lights came closer, the cheers became louder, and as he left the dark hallway he was showered with wave after wave of wrestle enthusiasts. Horatio didn't care if they were cheering for him or for the others, this was his moment. As he climbed into the ring he went through the trouble of jumping on one of the corners, declaring loud and clear having stolen the mic from the announcer.

''''GOOOOOOOD EVENING TALONIA! ARE YOU READY FOR THE ONE, THE ONLY! MAGE OF WRESTLING EXCELLENCE GAINED IN THE DIMENSION OF RING HORATIOOOOO! TONIGHT ONLY THE FINEST, THE BEST, THE STRONGEST WRESTLERS WILL FACE OFF AND BE DEFEATED BY ME!''

After the grand speech Horatio politely gave the mic back at the announcer who looked rather annoyed at the would be mage. And, not to give himself an advantage, Horatio climbed off the corner and gave a small salute to the other two wrestlers.

''Evening chaps, let's make this a fair and grand match shall we. Wouldn't want to bore the crowd with a one sided massacre of perhaps epic proportions now would we?''

The man stood full of confidence as he took his most convincing wrestle posture. This was his moment, his moment supreme, in his mind he couldn't be stopped, he couldn't be hit, he was the wind and seas, he was the one and only man that could live up to the expectations of a crowd such as this. He was. HORATIO

Sol didn’t bother to give the newcomer any attention as he stretched and got ready for this match, he was still armed to the teeth even without his sword or chain or even his magics, he still had his claws since they couldn’t be removed and the slayer was adamant about not having them filed down. He glanced at the one opponent and saw he was a bit frightened of him but only showed it in his eyes while the newcomer seemed to be as dense as a box of rocks when it came to knowing what he was getting into, Sol was a bit surprised when neither opponent seemed to have a problem with his guild considering his guild mark was on his bear chest on his right pectorial.

The newcomer now called Horatio seemed to think he had the best chance as he hoped they would have a good match and not a one sided massacre at that the slayer scoffed.”at the end of the day all that matters is who wins” he grumbled as he caught the scent of another dragon and looked upwards, to his surprise he saw the water dragon from the meeting at Terra Ignis.” Huh didn’t expect another Dragon here” he mumbled since he was expecting mostly other guys as opponents. As they all got into their corners the announcer on the outside spoke.” LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THIS CONSTEST IS SCHEDUALED FOR ONE FALL AND IS A FATAL 4 WAY MATCH, THE FIRST ONE TO GAIN PINFALL OF SUBMISSION WINS” they said before the bell rang. Sol quickly made the first move as he rushed forward towards Horatio and would deliver a powerful clothes line before turning to stomp on the man a few times/

Sol smirked as the loud mouth went down without a fight but it seemed that Aerwyna was dealing with the first wrestler that came in and had managed to land a few blows on the man before the poison dragon decided to capitalize on what she had done and he quickly performed a low kick to knock the mans legs out from under him before he quickly grabbed one of the mans ankles and he lifted ti high and started to twist it hard making the man scream in pain as the slayer tried to dislocate or break the mans ankle.

After a few seconds the man caved from the pain and he started to tap from the pain and the bell rang. Sol smirked as he got out of the ring and headed back to the room behind the arena, as he entered he took a towel that was waiting for him and he dabbed himself off to get the sweat off of him, he may have been only out their for a small amount of time but those lights were still hot.

Sol could only glance out at Aerwyna as she got out of the ring and seemed to look for something to drink before he could only sigh and he used his power over the shadows before he could cause the shadows at her feet to move her into the back area where he was.”just a tip Water Dragon drinks are back here.” he said simply as he grabbed a bottle of water before tossing it to her before he grabbed one as well and slammed half of the bottle down. He glanced at the woman carefully, he had yet to actually talk to her much less learn her side on the battle against Achnologia.

“So Water Dragon care to share why you smell like Tanuki?” he asked with a small smirk on his face. He had caught the scent mixed in with her own which to the poison dragon smelled like fish mixed with reptiles which made him wonder slightly what race she was , she had no human scent so he wondered what she was.