I am Glatiator (Training/NPC requested)

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The grey and black stone gate opened with a clicking sound of the chain cranking back. A dark room of emptiness was then suddenly illuminated by the brilliance of the arena lights. Val's vision was suddenly blinded. Wincing at the brightness and covering his eyes up, Valgrad stumbled forward and entered into the arena. The roars of a thousand people deafened him and all that could be heard was his own thoughts. He stumbled a little further until his vision finally returned. When he finally could see, he found himself standing in the center of the Arena. Valgrad gazed upon the masses; both cheers and boos were being chanted. Valgrad then looked up as he saw a tower with an announcer standing at a podium. Val had been brought here to fight, to entertain, and to be beaten. Val knew that if he didn't win, the chances of his death were likely; although, killing him would be a feat in and of itself.

Valgrad studied his surroundings well. This wasn't just a blank slate of stone. Several pillars littered the area, good for cover. He had also seen a few doors that were on the ground, obviously traps of some kind. The setting itself was a gladiatorial arena of sorts. It was round, not square; and their didn't seem to be any 'out of bounds' section as the floor of the arena went all the way to the walls. Several gates were at each of the four main sections of the arena (North, South, East, and West). The arena itself was massive and quite elegant. The architecture was of a sharp and rugged-Gothic type style. Spikes and sharp edges with black, grey, and crimsoned granite decorated the massive structure. Valgrad was quite impressed even when his life was on the line.

Valgrad then looked up as the announcer came on over the speakers. "Ladies, Gentlemen, and other manner of beings. We are gathered here for one purpose and one alone. TO SEE A FIGHT!" The announcer's voice echoed through the stadium and the crowed cheered as his sentence stopped. "Without further delay, let's get this party started! We all want the same thing, and that is... A BLOODY BRAWL!" Valgrad's stomach churned a bit. Why had they picked him? He was a no body, but maybe that was the reason. No one would miss a 'nobody'. The bio-android then waited to see what opponent they would have in store for him.

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“We all want the same thing, and that is... A BLOODY BRAWL!” The announcer echoed throughout the tunnels that ran under the arena. Vespasian had fought in these tunnels, lived in them, and even nearly died in them. He knew them like the back of his hand and if that was any indication then each and every tunnel was scarred in some way. That was probably true. Vespasian, the massive human being that he was, trudged up to entrance ramp. The sand was scattered the floor and it was accented by the various shades and colors of the blood that stained the floor. All of the blood that stained the floor no doubt told a story in and of itself. One that Vespasian couldn’t care less about.

He rolled his head to the left causing a large crack to echo throughout the empty room. This occurred again when he repeated the process only this time to the right. He rolled each arm in a large circle and then hopped several times as he got hyped up for his return match to the arena. He hadn’t fought in front of the crowd for over ten years but it felt as if he never stopped. The roar of the crowd, the thumping of their feet on the stands, the cries of agony from his opponents and the cheers as his opponents begged for their lives. This was what Vespasian lived for and what he now trained various people for. He trained them to go forth and fight to the death in order to entertain the masses.

“AND NOW THE MAN YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR…VESPASIAN!” The announcer yelled over the surge of excitement from the crowd. The door dropped in front of Vespasian and he proudly strutted forth. As he did he felt the warmth of the blinding lights overhead and the very essence and excitement of each person in the arena. This high from the crowd was something that he never hated and always longed for. Vespasian savored the moment as he raised his hands to the crowd causing them to yell even louder. Then when he had enough of patronizing the crowd he turned and searched the arena for the poor fool or fools that he would be fighting today.

“So who is the poor soul that gets to fight the Champion of Omega?” Vespasian laughed as he eyes scanned the death pit.

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Valgrad stood their, looking onward at where his opponent would be revealed. He was uncertain of who it would be, but he knew it wouldn't be a pushover. Valgrad could feel the pressure building up. The roars of the spectators grew as he heard the door open. A massive human stepped out into the light. His size was daunting, as was the power Val could sense within him. He was the champion of Omega? He didn't expect a fellow human to be the champion in a place filled with Icejin and Saiyans.

Valgrad stood their and didn't move. Valgrad peered at Vespasian and wondered exactly how strong this man truly was. Valgrad started to walk forward. He wasn't sure what to do, other than he had to survive. Valgrad then stopped about ten meters in front of Vespasian and said, "So you are the guy I am fighting? Well... I guess we should skip the pleasantries and start. Wouldn't want to keep the crowd waiting would we?" Valgrad smiled and struck a defensive posture. He then waited for Vespasian to react.

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His opponent dropped into a fighting stance almost immediately after laying eyes on Vespasian. It was a smart move otherwise his opponent may have died within the opening seconds of a fight. The gladiator and arena leader undauntedly walked towards his opponent. From what he could feel he could not match Vespasian blow for blow so the fact of the matter was his speed high enough to give the crowd a good show or was he going be on the receiving end of a lop sided beat down.

“Listen kid. This is your job. Put on a good fight and don’t let me completely dominate you. If you manage to survive I will make sure you never receive a beat down like the one that is coming to you again,” Vespasian grunted to his opponent as he tilted his head to each side letting out to other very loud cracks.

The gladiator stopped one more time and took in the majestic sounds that rumbled through the arena. This was his home after all these years, and could have been his grave countless times during his life. But he fought harder than anyone ever had; he earned his freedom through blood and sweat. His enemies had tried to kill him and had failed. Now he ran the very arena that he fought to escape. Everything was perfect Vespasian and this fight was a treat for him.

The gladiator walked up straight to the kid’s face. He towered over him and was easily five or six times the mass of him. Vespasian’s eyes glazed over the kid one final time before pulling back and punching him across the face. The force would be enough to send him staggering several steps if he happened to be of decent power and if he was very weak then he would have been sent clear across the arena. This was the first step as to trying to gauge how powerful the kid was. If he was sent flying this was going to be a very long fight for him and Vespasian.