Rico spun the hunk of metal in his hand as he walked down the blood soaked stairs. He had dominated any of the other groups that had come after him and it had become quiet. So he decided to come check on Killer Croc.
He walked through the central area just in time to see Waylon tearing an arm off one guy. Before he spun around and clawed right through another guy's face. Leaving a deep scratch that had the man screaming and stumbling away blindly. He walked right past Rico so he just thrust the wooden stick through his chest before pulling it out. The man dropped to the ground dead.
Rico then watched as the last one was being quickly beaten to death by an arm from another person. It looked like he had his fight in hand. He had cuts and scratches throughout his body. But he imagined there were just as many bruises that Rico could not see.
He took a deep breath and then looked around with his Eagle Vision. A quick look around revealed that aside from the one that Waylon was finishing off there were no others in the arena. It would seem they were done.
Splat!
He looked down to see a bit of pink brain matter had landed on his blood soaked shoe. He looked over and saw that Waylon had finally finished off his enemy. Waylon looked up from the unrecognizable corpse. Looking right at Rico and then prowled toward him.
Rico could tell right away that he was seeing red. He could not see Rico at the moment. So he focused on Waylon and made himself more intimidating. Waylon faltered for a moment before stopping and blinking in surprise.
"Oh… sorry." Waylon apologized as he flinched in pain. Rico was sure he was starting to feel his wounds now that the adrenaline was wearing off.
"Don't worry about it." Rico shook his head as he chuckled before walking toward the nearest exit. After he stepped out there was an eruption of cheering from the stands. He could see the criminals that were not as rich were their fans. But up in the VIP boxes he could see the rich mobsters and cartel leaders were angrily yelling between themselves.
Rico then caught sight of two in particular. One was the Russian boss who was being yelled at the most and was red in the face in anger. Another was a young woman who was sitting next to him. Definitely his daughter. She was blushing intently as she stared down at them.
He took a throwing stance with the wooden stick and launched it right at the VIP box. The crowd and occupants of the box went silent as it smacked into the glass. Or rather how it embedded itself almost through the glass.
Then before they could react The makeshift short spear was going through the glass and through the Russian mob boss's chest. Then continued on through and into the roof. Rico had thrown the hunk of metal that made up the head of the sledgehammer. It had hit the end of the stick and forced it through the glass.
Rico watched the VIPs dive into a panic while the crowd erupted in cheering and applause. But his eyes slid over to the young woman that was probably the Russian mob boss's daughter. He then frowned as she watched her stand up, look at the corpse and then look at him with a full face blush.
"Was that a good idea- kzzt!" Waylon was cut off as a strong electrical current went through both of them.
Waylon quickly fell on the ground while making animal-like noises. But Rico resisted up until the guards came over. He then punched one across the helmeted face. The helmet shattered as he went flying. But then howled as he was shocked from several electric batons and then collapsed on the ground.
The world turned black as he could already feel that something weird was about to go down.
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A fit Hispanic woman was sitting in the corner of the VIP box. She watched as a few people ran in to check on the dead man. There was no way to bring him back from this. But that was not her biggest concern at the moment.
Ricardo Bell was her biggest concern. It would seem the rumor was true. He had stepped up and somehow gotten himself enhanced. No way a normal person could have done this. Perhaps that was why her boss had her keep an eye on what was going on.
She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. It rang a few times before there was a gruff voice that answered in Spanish. "Yes?"
She in turn spoke in Spanish as well. "I found him. He has been enhanced or is some type of Meta. Do you want me to continue to look into him and what he has been up to?" She asked as she glanced over at the dead Russian's daughter who quietly whispered to one of the guards and then was escorted out. A blush and grin was plastered on her face as she left.
Not the typical reaction you would see from someone whose father was just killed right in front of them. Then again, she might just be another weirdo.
"Yes, continue looking into him. See if you can find my sister. If you cannot, that is fine. It is about time I spoke with my nephew. I am coming to Gotham. Prepare for my arrival." The gruff voiced man ordered.
"Understood. But Ricardo Bell is currently one of the 'products' of the Gotham Underground. Do you want me to pursue buying him and bring him to you instead?" The woman asked.
There was a minute of silence. "Try to buy his freedom. But if you cannot, we will free him when I arrive. Just make sure he is taken care of."
"I understand I will do so now." Her answer was met with a click as the man hung up. She quickly walked out of the VIP booth and went to a receptionist who was not busy with another person. She spoke in English with her heavy Hispanic accent. "I would like to purchase Ricardo Bell. Who do I go to?"
The receptionist looked surprised for a moment. Then he looked defeated like he realized something. Then he answered. "I apologize but Ricardo Bell and Killer Croc were already purchased by another party. If you want I can pass on your offer to buy them. But I cannot disclose the buyer's identity or anything else."
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