In the night, it was that time of year again where they announced the biggest showdown of two competitive fighters. The audience got their blood pumped up and boiled when they are ready to see who will become victorious. Everyone watches these kinds of fights from underground just for gambling or they want to see who will leave alive. It’s those kinds of fights that are illegal around they city, but illegal or not, nobody cares because in this world, its live or die.

Inside one of the locker rooms, a brown and white drake having a black tribal tattoo on his left arm and chest, and a crescent moon tattoo on his right shoulder. Scars all around his body that are from his experiences of the past, from street fights and almost being murdered. Has black eyes and a cocky attitude as he isn’t angry nor seems to be afraid of what lies in front of him. he is wearing his short, purple mixed martial arts briefs that can almost reach his knee caps. He heard a door open when the announcer in a black suit enters the locker room to tell him that his match will start. He looked thoughtless when he made eye contact with the drake.

“Kalmin Roiyara, It’s time.”

Kalmin Roiyara, it is a name together that means, brave, strong, and royal. But he doesn’t look royal as he made that fearless smirk. To him, fights are all about excitement and taking the pain from tougher opponents. He gets off of the bench he was sitting on and left the locker room after the announcer left. While walking to where the cage arena is, he asked past a lot of people wearing fancy suits and dresses. Most of them looked at the drake with a judging reaction. Only looks, not words. The drake can tell they aren’t impressed but some people root for Kalmin with a loud cheering expression.

Once he entered the cage aren, he heard the door being locked, no way out. Knowing that this fight will only let one opponent leave after they knock them out, or finish them. When he stands in the middle of the arena, he looked around with the same smirk he had earlier. A lot of greedy assholes start to rant him out or even make threats of him hoping to be dead. Kalmin doesn’t care about the rich, he doesn’t care about having insults being thrown at him, what matters is that he wants to prove that he isn’t weak or despaired. Then, he heard the whole crowd chanting for his opponent walking out of the door, those chants keep repeated the word “Warhorse” as that name sounded very familiar to him, then he spotted a orange fur looking horse with long yellow hair, blue eyes and a dangerous personality. Only wearing blue short briefs that doesn’t reach his kneecaps.

The chanting kept going on and on before he enters the cage when the drake is in.Warhorse gets close to the drake in the middle of the arena, being in eye contact with a deadly stare and his fists cracked together. Kalmin looked back but he kept leaving on that cocky smirk in front of him as his fists tighten, and this causes to annoy Warhorse. But, he knows who Kalmin is. As Kalmin knows who Warhorse is.

“Been a long time, ya cocky bastard” said Warhorse with a angry tone

Kalmin replied “Warhorse...you son of a bitch! I haven’t seen ya since that last showdown we had 3 months ago!”

Being a mature, cocky drake he is, Warhorse began to chuckle as he placed his hands on his own hips. It looked like he is angry at first, but he was just being tough in front of his long time friend he hasn’t seen for a while.

“And you are still the same cocky idiot as always. You never change do you?”

“Well hey, you cant blame me for who i am you know. And says the one who is always the same angry grandpa as usual”

“You think just because you are younger than me, you have the right to call me old? You are going to regret that desicion...”

“We’ll find out and see”

The two fighters stopped talking after the chanting stopped. And the cheering stopped as well once the spotlights aimed their beam of light right at the two toughest opponents. And the announcer is standing outside of the cage and holding the microphone on his hand and speaks in a loud but assertive tone.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight, its a fight to see which of these to opponents will leave out for their victory! Each of you have place bets on these two beastmen, hoping who will win to the top! Will it be the drake full of scars? Or the golden brutal horse that has his hands full of blood? Only fate will decide! Loser can admit defeat by surrender, knock out, or death! The choice is theirs!”

Cheers began to grow louder as they are crazy for one of them to take the win. Kalmin seems very uneasy about the death part but Warhorse wouldnt mind killing. But for Kalmin, he will have to make an exception for now. The two of them get into their usual fighting poses as their fists are tighten and raised up and legs spreaded to easily walk around. They both focus on each other with no distractions.

“You hold back, and i will beat your face to the fucking floor. Got it, Kid?” Warhorse said in a serious tone.

“Same to you, Old man” Kalmin replied with a sarcastic tone.

The announcer began to make out more shout, when he said the word that will make them start their showdown.

“FIGHT!!!”

Kalmin and Warhorse rushed in at each other, as both of them used their right fists to punch each other right in the jaw, hearing the cracks and sounds of their own face being jabbed. This fight will not be easy...

To be continued...
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Kalmin belongs to  SmoreDreg

Story made by  SmoreDreg

Warhorse belongs to  WarHorse573

Art made by  joesanchez

Part 2 Link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36281394/