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Vladimir [1]
By: Chente Date: August 31, 2018, 3:54 am
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Date: December 16th, 2199.
Location: Sewers [Moscow, Russia]
Vladimir enters a large circular area through the sewer
passageway, filled with people dressed similarly to him in a
bankrupt fashion. All of them seem to be carrying money with
them, circled and huddled around two men fighting in the centre.
He heard someone say, "I bet 34 Terra on that guy right there.
Blonde dude, and he won". So this is what an underground
fighting ring was like. Vladimir was watching over the current
fight, a small but swole looking man fighting a leaner but
meaner one. It was like a flabby tiger fighting a drunk lion.
Not really interested about the fight he would go up to the
manager to ask about his opponent for the night.
"Who're you?" said the manager vindictively.
"My name is Vladimir Karamazov and I need money. I have heard
that this is a place to get money. So I come here for money, of
course."
"You come to right place. This indeed is where you can make some
money. Unequip all your weapons, its a fist brawl."
"Da. Now direct me to who I will be beating to near death."
The Manager turned their head and then pointed to someone. "That
guy right there. Konoma Destayov."
Vladimir Karamazov :: Is this joke? Is this an insult to me?"
"Non. He is a japanese man whose skills have impressed the crowd
multiple times. He uses.. the Karate. Consider this your first
opponent. After this, people will bet more on you."
"Very well." Vladimir entered the arena, ready to face his
opponent in battle. He was very bankrupt, and very in need of
money. This was definitely one way to get it. Luckily for him,
his opponent seemed to not be the fighting type. Konoma was of a
skinny-lean type, having an appearance more befit of an actor
then a fighter.
The manager brings out a stereo, placing it next to the arena as
they begin to announce. In a way, it gave off the feeling of a
real match. "In this corner, comrade Vladimir Karamazov. In the
other, half-japanese man, Konoma Destayov." said the Manager
"I WILL FOLD YOUR BONES LIKE NIPPON STEEL!" screeched Vladimir,
before he started banging on his chest.
"Is that suit of armor hes wearing allowed?"
"I WILL FIGHT YOU NAKED IF YOU WOULD PREFER THAT? As the greeks
once did!", still screeching in a warcry.
The Manager looks at Vladimir, then shrugs. "I.. guess so?"
"A true man needs no armor to protect him, only his vodka and
spirit, comrade. Fight me mono-e-mono with no tricks!"
Vladimir Karamazov rips off his shirt, the adrenaline pumping
through his veins as he was ready to start the blood sport,
before flexing. "Come now!"
...Five minutes later
"And the winner is.. Vladimir." chanted the unenthusiastic
audience with the Manager, as an outpouring of conversation
occurred.
"I shouldn't have voted on the jap.." said one man
"Told you he'd win. I bet so little though.." said another,
half-smirking
"This'll be enough to buy dinner for tonight.." said another,
raising his hands up happily.
The manager walked over to Vladimir. "Gratz comrade. Here's your
earnings. Not many people bet on you, surprisingly. It's
probably because Konoma won his last match."
"Wow this is not very much money. Do you have another I can beat
down for more?"
"Yes, but not for today. We close now. I wish you luck, comrade.
We all need it here.."
"I do not need luck when I am strong. Farewell comrade."
Vladimir Karamazov walks off to return to the slums.
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