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"THE PIT CALLS OUT!" The roar of the crowd. The club is packed tonight, warriors making their way to the floor that hungers for blood. "WHAT IS THE TRUTH OF CREATION?!" <Violence!> "LOUDER!" <VIOLENCE!> "Good. Now show me how hot your blood runs!"

"Ah . . . . I'm excited. I'm excited! I'M EXCITED." Mad cackling as he sits before a great screen, a certain tournament the image displayed upon it. "LET'S SEE HOW HOT THE BLOOD RUNS."

Another night of VIOLENCE! The KILLING FLOOR is slick with steaming blood and twitching viscera. The crack of bones and screams of pains fill the air. MORE. MORE. MORE. FIGHT. ENDURE. EVOLVE. Underneath the sleeping city streets, they give their prayers to the TRUTH.

Why don't you astonish me, shitface?

"I HEAR A CHALLENGE. GOOD."

"Ah. I can FEEL IT. The HEAT! Can you feel it bubbling in your blood? The HEAT that comes as you crawl closer to DIVINITY!"

"COME TO THE PIT THEN. SATE YOUR FURY AGAINST OTHERS WISHING FOR STRENGTH."

"THE PIT. THE KILLING FLOOR!" Light shines from their eye sockets, energy crackling as if it was fire. "The place to test your strength! The arena in which VIOLENCE is truth! Don't worry if you die! I'll simply resurrect you when the time ends. SO GO WILD!"

"Trust me. You'll need the extra lives. THE PIT is always open to those wishing to challenge it. Come by anytime. Just find the NOISE."

"THE TRUTH OF CREATION IS VIOLENCE. I only allow others to learn it."

"FIGHT."

The grinding of gears. The heavy thump of music. THE PIT CALLS.

"AH. THE NIGHT IS YOUNG. IT CRIES FOR BLOOD. HOW FUN! HOW FUN!"

The crackling of electricity surges through the air. The heavy thump of music echos, vibrations making the ground quake as THE KILLING FLOOR calls. THE PIT CALLS.