Amphitheater Tedviun II, Tedstantinople
Imperial Republic of Holy Tedalonia
Snow showered down from the heavens, blanketing the streets of the Tedalonian capital, Tedstantinople. The setting sun did little to quell the sense of tension and excitement across the city, and spotlights illuminated the crowd of locals who had gather around a small amphitheater in the heart of the city, hopping and praying to snag a seat in order to witness the spectacle that would shortly commence. Inside, the atmosphere was just as tense. Locals lined the seats, with Tedalonia flags flying through the stadium in show of support for their own dog in the fight. To counterbalance this of course, there were some... peculiar faces. Clearly out of towners, bundled from head to toe in winter clothing, yet still held a passion in their eyes, waving Athapaskan flags through the blizzard that engulfed the stadium.
In the center of the Amphitheater, was a wide empty pit, a few workers fighting the snow that ever piled up on the ground, attempting to keep in even. After several minutes of trying, they appeared to give up, packing up their tools and scurrying off to one of tow gates on opposing ends of the pit. As they did, they were replaced by a flamboyantly dressed man, with a unnerving smile, stretching from ear to ear. He held his arms out wide, basking in the cheers from the crowd as he approached the center, carrying a microphone in his hand.
"Welcome welcome welcome!" The man roared, as the crowd began to agitate, chatting and yelling in anticipation, "My name is Cassius Zoilus, and it is my honour to be hosting you on this momentous evening." He said, "In days gone by, Kings of the old Empires would settle their disputes like men... With honour, on the battlefield! The served their nations bravely, and with the courage and commitment required to earn the respect and adoration of the masses! But today it seems that honour has long been forgotten, and the leaders of the new world are nothing but lazy bureaucratic suits, who couldn't kill a fly if their lives depended on it. But today my friends, we take a step back in time. To a day in which leaders were real men! Today's challenger is not stranger to conflict. He served in the Afghanistan war with the Canadian Army, and later formed an army of his own. On the front lines he lead his men to victory, building his nation on his own shoulders. Ladies and gentlemen, the Soldier, the Revolutionary, the healer and killer and father of his nation, Anthony Edgar Castle!" One of the gates rose, revealing the Director of the Athapaskan Federal Republic.
He was a young Métis man, still in his early 30s, with thick black hair and a beard covering his weathered face. He wore a thick winter coat and boats, and a black army cap on his head, emblazoned with a black and red star. He walked forcefully towards the center of the ring, carrying a long wooden staff, with tape wrapped around for grip. His face was cold and emotionless as he strode into the pit, facing jeers and booes from the locals, and the desperate attempt by some of the Athapaskans in the crowd to scream "Solidarity Forever!" over the chaos.
"Impressive resume, Mr. Castle, but will it be enough!?" The announcer said in a mocking tone, "Facing this poor challenger today is a man you all know. This man hails from a long line of military might, culminating in one brave soul who birthed through fire and the deepest pits of hell. He freed us all from the Corruption of the old Empire, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Liberator! The Great Reformer! The Traitor-Lord, and father of the Rebellion himself! Your Own! Morrius Tedgustus!" The crowd erupted as the second gate opened, and an older man walked confidently out, a sly grin across his face as he approached the Athapaskan Director. He was an older man, mid 50s, yet built like a tank, truly an imposing sight to behold. As he approached, he waved his wooden sword through the air, testing it's weight in his hands, and making a few half hearted jabs in Castle's direction.
"By the end of this day, we will see which of these men is the strongest... most worthy of their title!"
OOC: This fight is only between the leaders of Athapaska and Holy Tedalonia, but is open from others to place bets and spectate if they so wish too. Let the games begin!
