[center][h2]Tony Nicholson[/h2]
[h3]Circus Maximus[/h3]
[@Sickle-cell][/center]

The trip itself was fairly simple - just had to go down Victory Lane, and it was the creepy, abandoned looking building. It was this road where Robby found him. The memory was foul - Tony was a wreck, covered in scratches and bruises, and hadn't eaten for a few days. Some people were nice enough to offer money, but the majority just wrote him off as some kid that was just another homeless in a big city. The guys at the taverns and bars were far different than usual - they didn't want Tony to just hang around. He was there as entertainment, to have some new guy lose a paycheck in some card game. They didn't want to risk their necks supporting Tony in case the law got involved - honestly, Tony understood their sentiments. But they could have at least offered him some food! Tony just spent his days back then wandering around, roaming until the cold night air bit into him and he eventually fainted for the next day. 

That's when Robby found him. To be honest, the shit that Tony gave the Wonderland was deserved. but at least they gave him a place to sleep and a few meals a day. They were more family then his father was, and some of his closest friends were a part of the place.

That still didn't make it any easier to walk inside though. Just cause some of these guys were alright didn't mean that everyone wasn't out for themselves. Tony made sure to not bring his wallet in case he got mugged, and was already wearing the Ski mask he had bought a little over a year ago. The thing was tattered around the edges, but it sure lasted longer then you would expect for a $5 mask. Other than that, he had one last thing - a pistol, holstered on his belt, hidden by his suit jacket. This had been Tony's first big purchase after landing an apartment with Daniel, solely to protect himself. Even with his power, he didn't want to get killed by some thug who needed his next fix. The metal was cool, chilled by the night air, and Tony prayed he never had to use it. After all, he had never fired it, or any gun for that matter. If he was lucky, it would be able to scare any angry betters. He gave a knock on the shoddy door, being sure to raise the mask and allow the door man to see his face. Tony didn't know if the Wonderland put in some new password or something for the Circuses, but most of the gang knew who he was from face alone.

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Everything was just as Tony remembered - but that was probably cause it was only a few weeks since he left. The preparations were already completed, and several people had already arrived. Tony quickly made his way to the small area next to the ring, where he usually conduted the bets. As he did so, he looked around, searching for a familiar face - unfortunately, he was unable to find Robby, arguably the nicest (or least aggressive) person he'd be able to meet. He was probably going to show up in time for the first fight, which Tony still needed to figure out. Several people were invited, but out of them, the only one who seemed like he'd come was Sickle-cell. His fight last year was so incredible it earned the Wonderland a decent chunk of change from bets alone... Poor Juggernaut though. Guy was big, but was decent by Wonderland standards.

Tony sighed slightly. Most people probably remember that match, and when he comes into the ring, it may require some bribery to make sure he doesn't kill his opponent. Even without a power the guy is deadly, and Tony has no clue if he even has a power. If he did, Tony felt bad for whoever had to go against the guy... But hey, the Wonderland would probably save that guy for the finale or something. Maybe Pipeline would even make an appearance? That would make a shitstorm...

Tony sat into his small folding chair, which was one of his few possessions while in the Wonderland, and looked forwards. The betting area was almost comically similar to a lemonade stand, with a small desk in front of Tony containing papers and notes on the bets and who made them. On top was a simple envelope, which Tony reluctantly opened. The first thing that met his eyes was the first match - Sickle-Cell Vs. Automaton... 

Who the hell was Automaton? Their was nothing describing either side, other than a small amount of writing under Automaton's name that simply read "Tinker". Tony knew Sickle-Cell, so and his last match would provide an excellent introduction, but what was he going to say about this Automaton? Whatever - Tony would just do what he always did in these situations. 

Pray no one like Pipeline comes near him, and do whatever he needed to do to keep himself from pissing someone like Pipeline off.