Introduction to a new world. (open)

War, two opposing forces against one another, a fight to show who is stronger. This is human nature, nothing else is more true than war. Thus is the reason so many are able to make a living fighting in wars, fighting their own little wars. This certain war, was not a typical war, this war only consists of two fighters at a time, to see which one is the more skilled, stronger fighter. A ring sits in the middle of a giant crowd, each gathering to see their favorite warrior come out on top. The lights dim, and the crowd cheers, as the fan favorite fighter comes out first. The first fighter, is the holder of the belt, he walks up onto the ring, and prepares to meet his enemy. Another song goes out, and the crowd still cheers, just as not as crazy as the first. He does the same, entering the ring, and meets his enemy. The two are introduced, first being the title holder. "Blake "The Hurricane" Osborne!" His name is yelled out into the crowd, and they response by cheering loudly. The other fighters name is announced as well, and then the two begin the fight.

The fight does not last very long, as Blake cannot be beaten. The commentators talk about how fast and strong of a fighter Blake has become, and might be too much for anyone to handle him, at least with inside the UFC. Blake knows that these facts aren't all true, if it weren't for his power, however those of normal human intelligence cannot tell that he's even using his powers, because they appear invisible to the naked eye, as he can control the wind around him. However, Blake was about to find out, that someone does know about his power, and he will not take a liking to this. After declared the champion, Blake walks off the ring, and allows the crowd to cheer for him, celebrating with them as he walks into his locker room. He awaits till most of the fans leave, to make his exit, as if he did not they would make it difficult him to leave, and he does not really appreciate being bothered.

In his locker room, waiting, he looks himself over in the mirror. "You're the strongest fighter in the world, no one else can match your sexy self." He tells himself, winking and posing for the mirror. Blake has a short of obsession with being the best, and he knows it, as well as letting others know it. He's certainly not a fan favorite due to his personality, but due to the multiple matches he has won in a row, and being the underdog raising to fame quickly. He's a get rich quick story for anyone who hopes to do their best in what they want to do. He can relate to people though, because he often shows his much darker side, and the producers assume that is why he's such a favorite. He's been in trouble before, and knows the struggle of the real life, making him seem more of a people's man, than he actually is. Until recent, he's been in jail on and off, mostly due to fighting. He has little intention to change himself, but he might have to, because of the world he was going to be thrust into.

After a little bit of relaxing, he decides that it is time for him to leave his locker room, and head out into the town to celebrate yet another win. He will likely take home another woman, that means next to nothing with him, bring her back to his fabulous mansion, and kick her to the crib once the morning comes. He wasn't a real person that most people would like to be around, and he assumed they knew that just came with the job. The world was about to show him a thing or two, and he was clearly asking for it. As soon as Blake walked out of his locker room, he felt like he was being watched, and even after leaving the event center, he could not shake this feeling. He did not know it was, but he wasn't about to let someone get the best of him. Being headed toward the bars, he took a quick stop, and turned around, and looked around the ally ways, to see if he could see anyone. "Alright, I know you're there, and I don't give out autographs. Beat it, or things might get a little messy!" He yelled out, and pounded one of his fist into his open hand.

Blake finally got a few view of the person who was following him. He felt sort of ashamed of himself, because this person was a woman, and he always had time for women. Well, beautiful looking women that was, and this was sure one of those. She seemed unafraid of his threat, which made him smile, he liked fierce, strong women, and as it seemed, she was one of them. She would be a challenge for him, and he could not pass up any kind of challenge, it was even harder to pass up one that would get a lovely lady in bed with him, for the night. He had no interest in settling down, as he was just really starting to see what this fame had to offer. He looked over the girl, and smiled again. He really liked what he saw, and he was not about to hid it from her. Blake was the kind of guy to let the women know he was after them, and make it his goal to get them home with him. He noticed only one thing that he did not really like about her, and it seemed she was a tad under dressed. She wore clothing similar to what he would before all of the fame, but he did not really mind at all, as he had no intent on parading this woman around.

Blake looked himself over, and he realized that his clothing choice did not seem much different from her, aside from the fact that he was wearing a brown jacket over his clothing. However, this was due to the fact that he had just finished a big fight, and didn't like to get his nice clothes all sweaty. He was on his way home, to get ready for a night out on the town. He looked back at the girl, and a smirk came across his face, his eyes darted to her eyes, and he began walking closer to the woman. "I apologize for my statement. I thought you were a fan just looking for my signature. My promoter forbids me from giving that away, at least to fans." He looked her over again, and put his arm on a wall, trying to close her in, to seal the deal. He had assumed that the woman was cold, because it had been quite a chilly night, and she was without anything to really cover her from the cold. He took off his jacket, and offered to put it around her. "So, what's a pretty girl like yourself doing out here?"

It wasn't like a girl to be out alone out this time of hour, around this area. He wondered if she had watched his fight, she didn't seem star struck like most of the women he had met. He assumed if she had gone to the fight, that she wasn't a huge fan of it, and just went to go kill time. Either way, Blake was famous, and he could offer her a good time, even if he didn't really intend to do so. "You wouldn't happen to be leaving the event center over there?" He pointed to the place that the fight was held. " 'Cause I was the last fight to win in that arena. One hell of a fight, right?" His goal was to impress her a soon as he could, so he could get her home quickly, and get on with the rest of his night.

"And if you had finished what I told you to read when we dealt with the possessed merfolk population you would know that symbiogenesis states competition is not the driving force of human evolution but instead it is combined cooperation."

"I think he really enjoyed it."  Elaine walked vivaciously while eating the remains of the nacho tray she stole using her shadow jump to get into the back of the concession stand. "He hasn't shut up since it started."


"...Not knowing the difference between glorification and condemnation of violence is only a trait for the perverse or the stupid, and unfortunately the stupid take their cues from the perverse."

"I don't get why they kept breaking from the fight to cuddle." While Uzma pushed the door open, Elaine spotted a vendor with an unattended box of T-shirts tucked away under a table. "Hey, Spirit Corgi, want a T-shirt?"

"No."

"I'll get you a medium, because your winter coat is making you look a little fat." Elaine shadow jumped behind the vendor stand and pillaged the box, grabbing three shirts for the companions she came with.  While others continued with their transactions, Elaine slipped out and returned tossing the t-shirt to the ground. "I got that for you.  Symbiogenesis."

"That's not what that is, and the only thing in this world I can interact with is you.  I feel like this is something I shouldn't have to go over again."  The ghostly canine followed Elaine out the door into the night air.  The cold air felt more heated once sight of Uzma and a pile of muscles engaged in an altercation.

"You look familiar."  The phrasing and gaze did not discriminate between Blake and Uzma.  

"Look at your shirt."  The annoyed spirit reminded his cowgirl friend.

"Oh you're this guy." Elaine looked up from her shirt and back towards Blake. "Probably should've hit the guy with a chair.  I hit a space demon with a chair once and that worked."

"He had an inherent weakness to aluminum and it would never work again."

"It happened against the time travel werewolf."

"It wouldn't happen three times and you know it."

"Sign this, dummy."  Elaine pushed the shirt into Blake's chest without a pen, assuming he would take care of her wishes.