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

As the girl and the intimidating man walked towards the ring, Sickle cell made a quick stop at the betting booth, laying down a bet of $250,000. Immediately afterwards, the pair began to start talking it out - something that mildly annoyed Tony. To be honest, if you're not going to fight, you shouldn't hold up the rest of the matches. The longer he spent in this stupid field, the more he felt his comfort decreasing, and the more frustrated he grew. Still, it wasn't until the crowd started getting a little annoyed that Tony finally urged the competitors to start combat.

[color=00a651]"Alright, time to start the match!"[/color]

Tony wished he had some sort of gong or bell, but thankfully, the fighters finally started moving. The girl immediately stepped forwards, striking with her hand before Sickle successfully countered the blow, grabbing her hand with his own. He was blown away after the grab, but the crowd was too busy being pissed at what he did.

"I concede."

Even after getting launched into the cage's metallic bars, a few members of the crowd (particularly the ones that bet on sickle) were upset with the fight ending so quickly, but the laugh emanating from the injured individual quickly silenced any potential complaints. Tony seethed in anger, however - the result of the fight would normally be extremely appreciated, had the bastard not bet so much cash on it. thanks to the current odds, Tony wouldn't make anything off of this night of betting - essentially meaning he had put himself in incredible danger for no reason. Had he access to his power, Tony would have immediately tried to screw over that bastard-

No. He wouldn't have.

Tony was just annoyed, he knew that. He could feel an empty pit in his stomach, the loss of so much potential money and the temporary depravement of his power, Tony was feeling pretty frustrated at the moment. If he was how he was normally, he would never interact with Sickle - the guy was actually good at fighting, while Tony only had a gun that he hardly knew how to use. While thinking to himself, he hadn't listened to the conversation that was being held among the competitors.

[color=00a651]"And the unexpected winner of this fight is Automaton. If you want to say the fight is rigged, know that we're making no money off this."[/color]

Tony immediately walked back to his seat, ignoring the pair of fighters leave through the double doors. Even if he did see them, he wouldn't have gone after them. Instead, he turned his attention to a young woman who had approached him, betting card in hand.

[color=00a651]"Sorry ma'am, but if you have a complaint with the fight, see Pipeline or something."[/color]