Rise of The Unseen

The Fight

As the crowd of Vipers watched with bated breath, Rourke's sinister smile grew wider. "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems like they have passed to the next phase," he declared, his voice carrying over the room. "Phase Two will be a test of skill, strength, and survival, and it won't be a solitary endeavor."

Rourke raised his arms, and from opposite sides of the room, two large gates slowly creaked open. Out of the shadows emerged two of his most formidable fighters, known for their ruthless tactics and merciless efficiency, one of them being Cole, that seemed that he had been fixed up. They approached the center of the arena, their eyes locked onto Benny and Marta.

"Meet my champions, I think you know one of them" Rourke announced with a dramatic flourish. "They are the best of the best, the most fearsome warriors The Vipers have to offer. Your challenge in Phase Two is simple: defeat them, or die trying."

The Vipers erupted into cheers, their excitement at the prospect of a brutal battle palpable. Rourke seemed to revel in their enthusiasm as he continued, "You two will have to work together to take down both of my champions. But remember, failure comes at a price. The fate of your friends is in your hands."

Marta and Benny exchanged a quick, determined glance. They knew the odds were stacked against them, but they had faced overwhelming odds before and come out victorious. With a nod to each other, they readied themselves for the fight of their lives.

Rourke's voice echoed through the arena one final time. "Let the battle begin!"

As the fight begun Marta and Benny positioned themselves in a fighting stance and then Cole decided to provoke Marta. He closed the distance between them, a sinister grin on his face. "You punch like a girl," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

Marta's eyes narrowed at the insult, and her fists clenched even tighter. She had literally beaten him, had him on the floor at her mercy and as if she wasn't annoyed enough, he had to open his mouth but she wasn't about to let someone like Cole belittle her. With a determined glare, she retorted, "Didn't have enough? But don't worry, you're about to find out just how hard I can punch."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena, Benny faced off against his opponent. He watched Marta's exchange with Cole, his concern for her evident. However, he knew he had to focus on his own battle, as the champion in front of him closed in, ready to strike.

Benny's opponent was quick and relentless, and as the fight continued, he landed a solid punch to Benny's side. The blow staggered Benny, causing him to stumble back a step. Pain radiated from the impact point, but Benny refused to let it deter him. He knew he had to keep his focus on the fight.

Then Marta had decided to take action against Cole's taunting. She lunged forward with a fierce determination, launching a powerful strike at him. Cole, caught off guard by Marta's sudden attack, managed to dodge her blow with a mocking laugh.

"You'll have to try harder than that!" Cole jeered, clearly underestimating Marta.

Marta was beyond shocked. Cole, the imposing adversary from earlier, had undergone a remarkable transformation since his brutal fight with Marta. He now stood before her, an intimidating figure with an air of confidence that contrasted starkly with his previous battered appearance.

His body was clad in gleaming armor, reflecting the harsh light of The Ring. The armor covered his torso, arms, and legs, adorned with intricate patterns and menacing spikes. Its surface marred with scars and dents from past confrontations.

Cole had been thoroughly cleaned up, and his face, previously marked by blood and cuts in his cheeks, was now nearly pristine. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating intelligence. He moved with the grace and precision of a seasoned warrior, every step calculated, every gesture purposeful.