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                 [youtube] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40U1g7NV2LI [/youtube] (Music being played when he walks in)

[color=00aeef]“And in the blue corner the challenger standing at 5 foot 10 inches and weighing in at 193 pounds he hails from Belfast Ireland, The Beast of Belfast.  Finnlay MacTyre!” [/color] Came the booming voice of a typical ring announcer as Finnlay walked to the ring with his group of “trainers” which mostly consisted of his friends.  As he stepped through the ropes the music died down as he stared down his opponent across the ring.  He looked over to the side seeing his team giving him confident looks as they were sure he would win this fight.  Looking passed them he could see a dark figure sitting in a chair looking back at him who had red hair the color of fire.  Turning his eyes back to his opponent he dropped all smiles and playfulness about him almost becoming a different person as he raised his fist ready for a war that was sure to come with the sound of the bell.  Finnlay breathed in deeply as he heard the sweet sound of a bell ringing as everything else faded away, all that remained was his opponent across from him.  

Stepping forward both fighters had their fist raised as they began to dance around each other measuring up the other waiting to see the slightest bit of hesitation before striking.  After about three revolutions around the ring, the champ made the first move by pump-faking a punch to see if Finn would flinch but instead saw the challenger come full speed at him.  Finn laid in the defending champ with a flurry of blows that the champ desperately tried to defend against.  Breaking through his guard Finn placed one haymaker right across the Champs face knocking him in the corner and to his knees.  Stepping back at the refs' request he watched as the champ got to feet with plenty of time left on the counter before turning to face Finn with a look of anger.  The two ran at each other trading blows that would surely destroy any other man.  Bones shattering could be heard throughout the arena with every punch that landed on its target.  By about the 6’th round the toll of the fight could be seen in each fighter as blood flowed down their faces and their ribs were on the verge of all breaking as they continued to clash like a pair of giants from legends of old.   It seemed almost to even when out of nowhere the Champ caught Finn with an uppercut out of nowhere dropping him on the spot.  

Hitting the ring face first Finn could see the whole thing go black.  As colors flashed every now and then.  One that seemed to always catch his eye was a fiery red that seemed to fly by in waves.  Slowly the fire stopped moving and formed into a head a long hair as it moved closer to Finn who appeared to be standing in an all-black room.  [color=ed1c24]“Time to get up”[/color]  he heard in a sweet voice before his eyes shot open and his body shot up just before the ten count.  Looking shocked at what just happened he turned to the ref who was checking him over with a look of shock on his face at Finn appearing to have jumped up from the dead.  Looking back at the champ Finn had a look of pure rage that was only magnified by the blood being poured down his face.  Just as they were about to clash once again the bell rang stopping the round.  The whole break Finn looked straight at the champ who was slumped on their stool spitting out water trying to take in every bit of rest that he could.  As they both got up and moved to the center of the ring both knew that this was going to be the last round one way or another.  

Then Finn did something unexpected.  As they met in the center of the ring he put both his hands out calling for the champ to take a free shot as he yelled as loud as he could.  Taking the perfect opportunity in front of him the champ began laying into Finn with everything he had.  After a short combo, Finn managed to get out of the way as he continued to taught his opponent.  As the champ continued to go on the offensive Finn just kept absorbing hits over and over seemingly getting more and more pissed off with every punch that hit him before he finally snapped.  As a punch was halfway from connecting with Finn's face the champ felt his wind get knocked from his lungs when he noticed a large fist deep in his gut.  Reeling back from the blow the champ look straight into the face of what looked like the face of a devil as Finn rushed headstrong at the champ.  This time the champ was on the receiving of a beating of a lifetime as Finn let loose with a flurry of blows that made everything previously seen in the fight look like child's play.  Body blows shock the champ as the instant he tried to cover his face Finn simply switched target and began laying into the poor man as if he was a punching bag.  With one heavy punch, Finn would feel the champs ribs give under the pressure as they cracked and the champ spat out blood all while trying his best to not fall to the ground.  Any other fighter might have stepped back for a second but Finn was indifferent mindset it seemed as he simple increased his power and speed to his blows as he continued his onslaught.  With one last uppercut, Finn could feel the man's jaw break as his head snapped back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head before slamming hard into the matt.  

[color=00aeef]“Here is your Winner and new Britannia Light heavyweight champion….. Finnlay MacTyre!”[/color]  The same anncoer as before bellowed out as the ref raised his hands and his friends began helping him put his new belt on his waist.  Looking around he let out a large yell of celebration as he couldn't believe what was happening to throw his hands up as the crowd went wild at the amazing fight they had just witnessed.  As his friends parted a path he could see the same fiery color again walking towards him as he tried to study it and make it out but couldn't until it was right in his face.  [color=ed1c24]“Congrats Champ.”[/color] it said almost in a teasing tone before something a bit [color=ed1c24]“don't worry about it.  It’s alright.  I know you'll make up for it soon.  And sooner than you think.”[/color]  the voice finished as the figure placed a kiss on Finnlay’s cheek as his eyes shot open as he jumped up wide wake with a cold sweat and what felt like a heart attack as his mind and body raced around what had just experienced again.  He had that dream before and everything was the same as how it happened that night.  But this felt like more than just a kind of dream.  He couldn’t tell if it was just from the fight with the agents but it felt like his whole body had become sore like he had actually fought the fight.  Reaching his hand up to his cheeck feeling It.  [color=007236]“What the hell kind I’ve dream was that?”[/color]