Despite the controversy of the surrounding events, it could not be said that the audience there at Midnight didn't appreciate the [i]drama[/i] at hand. Nothing was more fun than seeing a plan go so awfully awry. Upset after upset, raised voices and friendships ended all around them. And now the fight of all fights.

To say that this looked even was an understatement. The new challenger was strong, yes, but this was Suzakura Plagerzes, 'The Degenerator'. Plenty of people entered the Midnight Tournament simply to have fun, and wouldn't mind losing if it meant a good fight. Suzakura was not one to entertain the idea of a "good fight". It was almost unfair how his gifts had been tuned for 1 on 1 combat. He could adapt to any fighter, and any fighting style, if he wanted to.

A regular, and a regular pain in the ass for the patrons of Midnight.

The match could not have seemed more lopsided. 'Seemed' being the noteworthy word here. It was just a moment later that the fan (dis)favored was flying through the air, 16 feet and straight through the announcer's table, which held upon it a nice glass of scotch he had planned to drink later.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!" He said.

He could barely be heard above the roar of the crowd. The winner of the match seemed rather obvious at this point. The challenger stood, seemingly none the worse for wear, but something was clearly wrong. He seemed to be moving sluggishly, and the audience couldn't be too sure but his muscle mass seemed like it had increased even more. He staggered away from the arena without so much as a glance at the carnage behind him.

One more match. And then it would be time for the finals.