Jess looked at her opponent with respect masked by contempt. She was a warrior and facing her was a tall, thin, person in white. She knew it was dangerous, suicidal even, to underestimate an opponent such as this one. And it'd be good practise. She wanted to know how her focus would go against the holds. She'd fight to win but... This would be interesting.
She could see him running towards her as she crouched on the top of the crates and she waited until he was close to her before pouncing like the Ceta warrior she was. She landed behind him and spun around to knock him off his feet. Her foot went through his legs! Swearing, she recalled he was one of those who could summon spectrals to fight for him. And, she thought as he froze her in place, his holds were good too. She'd have to train on that. She focussed and broke the hold, turning and sprinting towards to opponent now she could smell him. He'd feel this! He summoned more of his creatures to defend himself but Jess still launched her crane kick and looked happier as he flew tn feet backwards under HER volition this time - and crashed to the floor. She felt the impact of the spectrals blasts of the phantasm army and tried to steel herself against his stun hold... Perhaps if she broke his jaw? No, this was a friendly, not a hunt. Lethal force was not available to her. But still.. Even though she knew she could no longer win without killing, she fought, knocking a few of the spooks over and winding Glare with a kidney punch (Which she ground in and twisted) before the slaves forced her to her knees and the fight finished.
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to the Cage!" cried the host referee, the acoustics in the arena booming his voice throughout the Pocket D nightclub. The audience rose to their feet and cheered with crazed excitement. The usual crowd in DJ Zero's nightclub fight arena had in fact doubled for this event. Where they usually stood and cheered, there were hundreds of seats, drinks and snacks. Television cameras were stationed around the arena, which had been enlarged and upgraded with Wayne Industries' hi-tech neural-simulation virtual reality programme. The fighters would be battling in a virtual terrain, as real as their senses can make it. The night was buzzing with activity, the surrounding spectators were drunk with excitement, anticipation and alcohol. The guest referee-commentator Mister Ace McKnight held his microphone tightly in his hands and prepared to announce today's fighters.
"This is the fight you've all been waiting for, the opening night of this year's Pocket D Charity Tournament. For those of you who aren't aware of the rules, its simple. Two teams of gladiators go at it, head to head in non-lethal battle, for your entertainment. The winning team, or individual has the choice to move up in the tournament and &100,000 donated to a charity organisation of their choosing. The visual feed inside the arena is very hi-tech, so we can capture all the super-powered action, also, these fighters often have personal agendas so we've planted some hi-tech acoustics to eavesdrop on the spoken drama. Remember guys, this is being aired all over the Upsilon Dimensions, especially Paragon City, America. Kids will be watching, so edit your language." The guest referee sends a cheeky wink into the cameras, before concluding his speech. "Now, without further ado, let us meet... tonight's GLADIATORS!" A house-shaking roar rumbled from the audiences as they screamed and cheered for their favourite fighters. Soundtrack music filled the arena, ushering in the celebrated guest fighters. "JESS FELIS versus GLARE!"