Let's get ready to rumble!
It all began when council of bigwigs and powerful people made up their mind that they are fed up with their usual means of entertainment, simply because having soldiers do war crimes on third world countries while having their eyes equipped with contacts for instant feedback gets old sometimes. Watching families getting shot one after another, or a well being poisoned which ultimately leads to the death of a backwater village doesn't make them tingle anymore. They need innovation, because there is no fun simply watching a confrontation where one side cannot resist. They decided to add the wildcard element called consent, in an essence they wanted brawl, they wanted a melee so they can put their bets on with their own bidding rules. What better way for chaos then putting six dangerous individuals?. Eventually after one hundred twenty three days, they found six eligible candidates. Agents dressed in MIB gear all gathered and are split to arrive at their locations which includes accesible areas that are usually found near their candidates. Each black suit giving offers, and each offer different for every player but regardless the case they are taken. Offers may include bargains or even threats.
Fowler is minding his own time sitting alone on a typical green park bench with resinwood slats in Redemption Park. On his lap there is a folded brown paper bag containing bread and table scraps taken from several bakeries which includes donuts, pie crust and chunks of eggs . Bread scraps that he'd cut off the crust and neatly cut into shapes with a lid from a jar. Bread scraps that comprise of whole grain and multi grain bread processed with less preservatives , smeared with peanut butter and a dash of fruit jelly (both apple and grape). In front of him are a flock of pigeons waiting to be fed, so he took a handful and sprinkled the pieces on the ground. The birds flocked in to take their own piece of the bread, bigger birds bumping over little ones. A bigger bird got a taste of its own medicine when she swooped down to eat a piece of bread - and found herself wearing it instead. As the bird swooped down, grabbed the piece of bread and tossed it up in the air, only for it to land around its neck and out of reach from its beak. As Fowler chuckled a man appeared in front of him , dressed in black as if appearing for a funeral. He walks around the birds not wanting to disturb their meal, taking his steps over them as the little birds chew off the bread around the big bird's neck. Opening a suitcase with a document and a pen, Fowler took the documents and systematically scanned the details word for word down to the standard clauses (i.e. small prints). They had a brief conversation spanning almost fifteen minutes, there were alterations to the contract then Fowler signed it.
Fast forward one month and six helicopters arrive with six individuals. All anticipating whatever it is they made a deal for, simply to say "Lets get ready to rumble!". For this specific party he brought a modified jackhammer drill along, since they are all allowed to carry along one weapon into the scuffle. As somewhat of a sadist he opted for something that suits his up close and personal combat style. A properly used jackhammer is the best friend to any opponent's kneecap, just ask one of the men that is supposed to accompany him to explain the rules when he made fun of Fowler's attire which includes; a pair of frameless sunglasses; a long, thick, dark pelted fur coat with his chest bare; golden chains as a necklace or a clasp; baggy white pants with an empty utility belt and black boots; also several golden rings with different colored gemstones on every finger except the ring finger. Sixty meters before landing on the platform that man has both kneecaps promptly destroyed and his jaw dislocated before being thrown several meters outside the vehicle only to slap the water surface at several miles per hour. At least with his big frame the room had become slightly bigger accommodating his 8'2 height. As the copter landed on the side which has 'SEALAND' mounted the building Fowler escaped his ride with a melee weapon at hand, he looked ahead seeing as how several choppers had already landed with people out.
Five minutes later an alarm is triggered and the game is on.
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