Match Six; Matthew + Dylan

[AUCTIONEER]

"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, welcome to Archadia's first battle arena! This is it folks, the entertainment you've all been waiting for! Before the match can officially begin let me tell you some things about our contestants and what they can do. Keep this in mind should you wish to purchase them during the auction, more details about that later on."

「Roleplaying Rules 」

Follow the basic roleplay guidelines, I doubt this needs to be said but on the off chance someone tries or makes a mistake it's better to be safe than sorry. Do not godmod, do not autohit, do not powerplay. A mistake is fine - but if it is deemed you are doing this on purpose the match will be terminated and the offender will lose. Your mutant will receive the highest punishment and you will receive a warning.

Feel free to go all out. You're able to use your powers however you wish against your opponent while keeping in mind the restrictions you've put in place. And while you are able to use them against your opponent, any action that goes against the crowd will result in your mutant being electrified. 

• Ah yes, this is a new feature created solely for this event. All mutants have a collar around their neck, this collar can not be removed without a four digit pass code. Attempting to remove the collar earns you a Level One shock. There are four levels total, none fatal. Should a mutant act out against the crowd during their fight they will receive a Level Four shock, rendering them unable to move for a few seconds due to the electrical current. So, play it safe!

You are free to refuse to fight your opponent, we as mods understand characters differ and some simply refuse to hurt another. However, the mutant who shows or states that they refuse to fight will undergo a punishment in front of the crowd. The other mutant will simply be dragged back to their cell while the other is punished, the punishment is randomized but entirely up to the moderating team.

A battle can only be won by rendering your opponent unconscious. 

March 3rd marks the end of the event and the battles! If a battle has not been completed by March 3rd the last to post will be deemed the winner.

Mutants who choose to participate and fight will get a prize by the end of the match if they are the winner.

「Punishments 」

A mutant will be stripped of all clothing save their underwear, afterwards they will be forced on their hands and knees as different kinds of candle wax is dripped onto their back and legs. The hottest wax will be reserved for last. Should they try to fight their captor they will receive a shock through the collar.

A mutant will be stripped of all clothing save their underwear and undergo a whipping. The number of lashings vary from fifteen to twenty. 

A mutant will receive five Level Four shocks. Naturally, as we don't want to kill you, each shock will happen between a two-minute interval. 


"Let the match--begin!"

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There was no easy way to describe the stance of a man who was facing what he believed to be his one final destiny. The fate that would take him utterly and completely from the face of earth, from the existence of the hearts and minds of men who had known him and would ever know him. One might describe a man put in this predicament, staring down the gaping jaws of his fate, an ultimately brave man. And everyone would like to think that everyone faced what they think would be their death this way, brave and unblinking; completely accepting and how everyone hoped they would go out. Matthew supposed the best way to put that hope was the want to go out in style. Because if you ultimately had to disappear, why not go down fighting to be put towards martyrdom, or perhaps last on for a bit longer in the hearts and thoughts of people who would otherwise forget you? Yes, we all wanted to go out with style.

Or, at least we would like to believe this was how everything happened to maybe make ourselves feel better about watching. People couldn’t help but watch, it was apart of their nature, but not all wanted to be the ones responsible or feel sympathy. They wanted to watch without the guilt, so they simply made an alibi. Well, the ones with feelings that is, Matthew truly believed that the rest of them simply enjoyed and therefore didn’t have all their humanity left. Somehow he couldn’t imagine his brother among them, watching as others like Matthew fought until they were inches from death, and that was able to give him hope. As long as his brother, the one he hoped was somewhere safe and nowhere near this hell hole, didn’t lose his humanity Matthew could live happy.

But the rest he was unnerved by, feeling almost something like pity for those who had nothing left of themselves to be able to watch these fights with something close to eagerness. They were the ones he was both fascinated with and slightly disgusted by. They were like interesting bugs, ones you didn’t want to touch because you feared them, but completely fascinated by how they moved and went about their business. In fact, every time he had ever been put in the arena Matthew found himself watching the audience instead of his opponent after the first few seconds. It was easy since he never actually wanted to win, to be able to glance away from the one he couldn’t possibly harm if he even tried, to watch everything else while he waited to be beaten. The only hope was that the other mutant still had enough of their own humanity left to be merciful and quick with how they toyed with you.

It could be considered idiotic to watch behaviors and actions as much as Matthew did. Especially since some things were not meant to be seen and it ultimately distracted you from what you were supposed to be doing in the long run. However without new knowledge being taken in all the time whenever he wished, it was left to be resorted to as a sense of entertainment and knowledge. Like, not all mutants entered the arena with a still face. Some shivered and looked on the verge of tears, others looked like they were going to be sick, and all too many looked eager to step foot into the circle. Everyone was like the animals he used to watch when he was a child, exploring the nature around him and taking advantage of the freedom that he was still too young to understand was very limited. Matthew himself stood frozen, as he did now, staring at the door and struggling to grasp what he was now meant to do.

He truly did believe that this would kill him one day, there was no doubt. But unlike what everyone wanted to believe, he couldn’t actually face the arena with bravery and willing. A part of Matthew felt like he wanted to wail like a little kid and shiver all over and scream and fight when he faced this place, but he didn’t; he couldn’t. So he stood, staring quietly at the door with wide eyes swirling somewhere between purple and blue as if even his own ability was unsure of what is was supposed to do.

This fight was supposed to be special, there was a festival going on and Matthew was sure that he couldn’t just get away with half-assing it like he usually did. Everyone wanted to have a show and they were going to get their show no matter what. With these priorities, no opposing mutant would likely trust him enough to creep within earshot unless it was to try and down him. No, this was definitely not going to be pretty. With thoughts whirling, he barely noticed the collar around his neck, nor cared as they tried to explain it to him before leaving him alone. Within the next few paces he was out the door, gritting his teeth as it closed behind him and staring mutely at the other mutant.

Studying the stature of the man facing him on the other side of the circle, there was nothing left to do but wait calmly for him to move and try to plan a way to communicate how this could go down painlessly for both of them. 

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Notes: Hope this is okay!