It had been three weeks since the return bout with Dyayun Kurokawa, the returning and former King of Boxing. Like their last bout it was a vicious affair, one that only the dead could truly appreciate. Their rain of blows, counters, and even the unintentional rabbit punch. Oh that damned Dyayun, that shot had rattled his brain and he had never truly recovered. Tre'yan hadn't expected Dyayun to slip so low, but he had and used it to his advantage. Death hadn't tempered the soul of the former King. Dyayun had failed to kill him, true enough, but for all the power he possessed, he was still able to knock him into a two week coma with his monstrous uppercut-hook combo. Worst still, Tre'Yan, the Rookie King and Top Prospect of Boxing in the WBTO, had lost his last two in-ring bouts. Once to Jake 'The Under' Taker, who had been rumored to gain some supernatural abilities, and once to Dyayun. His coaches rode him harder and harder, noting that a third loss would see the loss of his numerous sponsorships, one by one. Money down the drain. Tre'Yan had been pressed into taking a vacation, while his coaches and the Universal Fighting Championship matchmakers set up his next fight. The bout was said to be against a draconic creature named Evvie, who could ignite their hands. Fantastic. --- Three days later, well into his vacation, Tre'Yan stumbled upon an ancient weather assaulted coliseum. His first thought was to bypass the place, but something strange pulled him through the doors and his exploration began. Oh, he knew of ruins and places where fighting was supposed to have happened for the pleasure of kings and queens, emperors and Gods. It was no different than the spectators in the crowd watching a boxing matches, where two modern gladitors would fight for the camera, for the belt, for the purse, for their sponsors. The earthenware walls crumbling beneath the weather of the area, where blood was spilled for sport, it reminded him of home. He found a tunnel, long and slightly wide. This was where they would enter, anticipating their opponent. Oh the fight would have already started, long before sandled feet and th4 ends of spears touched sand. The crowd would have been in an uproar for anything else. Light illuminated the end of tunnel and he made toward it, yes, this was home. A sharp wind blew through the tunnel as he neared the end, his cloak flapping behind him. He raised his hands, taking up his orhodox stance. Give the crowd a show, kid, his coach would always say. He burst through the tunnel, hands raised like the match had begun. No one was there, no stomping and cheering or jeering fans. No announcers, no commentators, no coaches. No one being there was wrong. There was one. The man seemed to be deep in conversation with someone. Were the more people here than initial sight provided? Something was very wrong here. Tre'Yan turned. Gates slammed shut. The stands were filled. Oh the dress was authentic. An Emperor raised his hand, oh what ghostly visage he put on. He cared little for the reaction of the other man trapped. [b]"Welcome to the Coliseum, it's been so long since we've had worthy opponents,"[/b] Tre'Yan's head immediately snapped back to the direction of his opponent. [b]"Forfeit or death, thus are the rules to escape."[/b] The Emperor said matter of factly. He sighed, more dead surrounding the dead. Was his opponent dead as well? A game of chance. Too many chances. Tre'Yan dropped his cloak, revealing his bony image. He headed towards the center, knowing there would be no talking down the game of ghosts. Truly, they had forever. He took up an Orthodox stance, the hand and foot on the right taking the lead. His knees slightly bent as he began to bounce on his toes, ready to move and keep the distance. Another fight.