This is were demons come to eat each other alive.

Hundreds of challengers would gather around two men in hopes of taking down the champion.

The Pit as it's called, was located in the center of Chernobyl.

Too toxic to battle in without skin protection, the place had developed a lucha libre-like tradition were the loser was declared once a mask was ripped from a competitor's face. A practical death sentence as the chemicals in the air would ravage the bare skin.

So what's to win? The treasures of your opponent and most of all followers who either respected or feared you.

There have been several matches here throughout the years, but only one consistent champion.

The Con Trai Máu. The Blood Son.

Just today he had faced several challengers and won many riches, but there was still one man brave enough to still want to challenge the monster instead of just watching him work.

No one had ever heard him speak, but word had got around that he preferred to be called

Uncanny.

Not a moment was wasted as Uncanny stepped in the center of the ring of men and called out to the Blood Son with his calm and demanding voice "You wanna fight? Then let's Fight."

The champion replied with a mocking "You're so small boy... You know the risks yeah?"

"Don't waist your breath. Let's get this over with."

Uncanny said before holding up his fists to the 10ft. tall warrior's sword.

In hopes of ending the strife quickly, the Blood Son swung his blade with a blinding speed, but unexpectedly misses. As soon as the giant notices he's missed, a large mass of earth shoots out of the ground from under him and impales him through the right leg. Hooking him to one spot.

A split second later he could feel the distinct pain of the air literally being ripped from his lungs and soon being displayed in a bubble in front of him. His attention was trapped on the bubble even as he endured eminence pain. He witnessed as the trapped oxygen turned into fire and then refilled his lungs.

Behind him, Uncanny orchestrated the attacks with various body motions the whole time.

"I win." Uncanny declares as he peels the helmet off the defeated revealing a mass of ash that once the champion of the Pit.

All those who had witness the "clash" were dead silent with amazement and Uncanny took the moment to capitalize "Any challengers..? No? Well then I'd like to make a proposition to you... My new followers... The world! Let's amass it for our-selfs"