by Typhlosion Sat Sep 09, 2017 4:27 pm
"And in this corner, ladies and gentlemen, you know him, you hate him, it's Ty the Explosion!" The announcer cried, as the moderately sized crowd gathered around the ring started booing.
"Oh come on, now they're introducing as the guy everyone hates?" Ty muttered to himself as he rose from his corner of the arena. He was in an underground fighting pit, in multiple senses of the word, though it was surprisingly clean for what it was. He was dressed in his fighting outfit, a mixture of function and flash, just enough decoration to display his persona, without hindering his ability to actually fight. It was torn in places from his early days fighting, and the 'signature' red trim around the collar was frayed.
Ty stepped forward and met eyes with his opponent, Ricky the Rock, as the announcer made a grand display of their rivalry.
"Hey Ricky. Got any plans this weekend?" Ty asked at a normal volume, the crowd's roars nearly drowning him out.
"Gonna go see that new movie with the missus." Ricky said, waving to one of his particularly enthusiastic fans. "I'd invite you, but it's kind of a date. You get."
"Yeah, no problem man, I've got some big plans myself. You know, laundry, eating, all that good shit." Ty said, picking out some particular insults about his name from the crowd.
"Sorry in advance about taking you down, Ty. It's gotta look real." Ricky said, as they received the signal they were starting soon.
"Yeah, that's something no one mentions about taking dives. Still hurts like Hell. Mind not going for the face, at least?" Ty asked, Ricky's answer being drowned out by the crowd's renewed roaring as the fight began.
"Good fight tonight Ty, you looked like you almost had him." Tony said, counting off hundred dollar bills for Ty's paycheck.
"Yeah, no problem. Easiest thing in the world." Ty groaned, holding his stomach and leaning over a trashcan. At least he hadn't gone for the face.
"Well, here's your cut. Pretty good this week, I think the rivalry angle's really working out. If you need to bit, you can rest back here a bit, just lock up before you leave." Tony said, walking out as Ty gave him a halfhearted wave of acknowledgement. After the sensation of needing to vomit went away, Ty made his way to his locker, stripping out of his fighting outfit and changing into his street clothes. Taking a deep breath, which was still quite painful, Ty slumped down against the wall, looking at the stack of money in his hands.
"I used to be a Hero, man." He muttered to himself. "Why do I have to be the one everyone hates?"
Ty closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, sitting against the wall.
"B..dy. Hey, buddy." A voice said, shaking Ty awake with a start. "You can't sleep here."
Ty looked around in confusion at the public street surrounding him. It was daytime, which was alarming enough on its own, and there was a small crowd looking at him with a mixture of concern and suspicion.
"Uh, where I am?" Ty asked blearily, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"Should we call someone?" Ty heard someone in the crowd ask.
"He's just a homeless guy, he's not hurting anybody."
Ty pushed himself to his feet weakly and looked around. He was in a city of some sort, much larger and more slick than the one he lived in. A short ways in the distance was a waterfront, with a very large looking boat coming in. Assuming he could find a map or a clerk of some sort there, Ty assured the group that he was fine, and was not a troublemaker, and started making his way towards the water.