Sunset by The xx

Hello folks, we're back with another chapter that will probably be stupidly long (by my standards). So basic rundown of this chapter is our protagonist, Charming Charmer, competes in a fighting tournament. From demon world/seals to tournaments. We're hitting all the anime clichés.

It is so damn detailed that it will make a picture film cry. Maybe. Probably not. Oh well, we can try. But anyways it is time for fights and a lot of bets to be placed… I wonder who will bet on the MC. Probably no pony. Fools.

So guys… not going to lie. This chapter has no value. It's just filler. So… much… filler. However, please at least read some of it. I want to know if my writing is improving or not. Plus, it's fun to read someone completely breeze through a tournament… right?

"Hello, I'd like to register for the tournament", I told the mare in the booth.

"Well this is the registration booth, so I don't know why else you'd be here", she replied.

"Of course this is registration booth… I knew that", I said, nodding my head in affirmation.

"Is this your first year competing in the tournament?" She asked. I nodded my head. She grabbed something from under her desk. It was a packet of papers. She put it in front of me. "This is all the legal stuff, you need to read it, sign it to prove you've read it and give some basic information before we can officially register you."

I took the packet and thanked her before going off to the motel room that I had rented out in preparation for the tournament. After all, this tournament was estimated to last about a week at the very least. I entered my room and set the packet on the lone table that I assumed was supposed to act like a dining table next to the small kitchenette space.

"Alright Gecko, do your thing", I said, fishing Gecko out of his pocket before placing him on the table. He glanced at the packet before looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Some legal bullshit or whatnot."

He turned to the packet and began reading through it. I sighed as boredom set in. I should cook something. Since we're in Belgium, I should cook something traditional.

"I'm going out to buy some things", I say to Gecko as I headed out. I walked to the nearest market and bought about five bintje potatoes, peanut oil, dry white wine, a couple shallots, two sprigs of parsley, a stick of butter, a couple of cloves of garlic, two sprigs of thyme and two sprigs of tarragon. I dropped off my ingredients at our room, Gecko was still going to work on the packet. I then had to teleport to Ostend, where I got some mussels from the North Sea. After collecting about four pounds worth of mussels, I deemed my haul good enough. I teleported back to the room and set out all my ingredients to begin cooking. Since all of the mussels I caught were wild, I'd need to clean them. I groaned as I forgot about that. So I went back out to buy some flour. After coming back, I put about a quarter of a cup and mixed it into a tub of water. Then I mixed some salt in before dumping the mussels in there. Now I had to wait a couple of hours… fuck. So I decided to take a short nap. I set a timer for two hours and went to bed. After that good nap, Gecko was done with the paperwork. He went out to turn it in while I went back to the kitchen. I checked on the mussels. They had purged all of the debris from them. I checked on all of the mussels by pressing down on all of them. Only a few of them didn't close so I threw those out. I whipped out my sauté pan that I carried in my bags and set it on the stove and set it to medium-high. I cut three tablespoons of the butter from the stick and put them in the pan. While I waited for the pan to fully heat and the butter to melt, I grabbed the shallots, garlic and sprigs I had bought, save for the parsley. I grabbed my chef's knife and began chopping everything except for the garlic. For the garlic, I grabbed my mincing knife and… well, minced the garlic. After I finished, the butter had melted, so I threw everything in and began stirring it all with my spurtle. I stirred until everything started becoming really fragrant, which took about a minute. My mouth started watering a bit, but I resisted. I grabbed the white wine and poured about a cup of wine into the mix. I then grabbed the salt and pepper I always carried around. The salt was gathered from the Dead Sea, because really, what body of water needs that much salt? And the pepper was ground peppercorn that I harvested from Malabar. After adding those things, I grabbed the mussels and threw them in. I grabbed my pan cover and put it over it and watched the mussels, occasionally shook the pan. I waited about five minutes and all of the mussels had opened. I took the cover off and grabbed a deep bowl. I transferred all of the contents into the bowl. I threw the pan into the sink and began running water on it. I grabbed my chef's knife again and started chopping the parsley. I garnished the dish and considered my work done. I heard the door open and saw Gecko walking in, holding a few pieces of paper instead of the packet.

"The mussels are done", I told him, setting the bowl down on the table that I guess was supposed to act as what we dined on. I then remembered about the fries. You can't have mussels without fries in Belgium!

I grabbed my heavy saucepan and poured the peanut oil in, putting it on the stove that was still on. But I turned down the heat to just medium. As I waited for the oil to heat, I grabbed my potato peeler and went to work on the potatoes. I thoroughly peeled the potatoes and went to grab my fry cutter. But I don't have a fry cutter. I swore as I had to improvise. I grabbed my chef's knife and in a flurry of chops, I had the potatoes in chopped into fries. The knife training I received in the academy really paid off. I grabbed another bowl and poured some water in it and then I used my ice magic to keep it nice and cold. I put the cut potatoes in there as I only cooked a hooful at a time. I dried each batch before putting it into the pan. I cooked each for about three minutes before setting them aside on paper bags to drain on. After doing all of the batches, I set the stove back to medium-high. I then cooked all of the batches again, for about four minutes this time. I threw away the paper bags and used new ones for them to drain on. I grabbed yet another bowl and lined it with paper towels. I placed all of the fries in there and whipped out my salt and lightly salted all of them. I set the fries onto the table, where Gecko had already begun eating. I carefully cleaned up all of my utensils and pans and cleaned my cooking area. I sat down with Gecko and began eating as well.

"So what's with the papers?" I asked him as we ate. Luckily for him, he didn't need to stop eating to talk. He gave me some blinks and some wiggles. I nodded and grabbed the papers. I sorted through them. One was like a bib of some sort, that let officials know we were participating in the tournament. My number was… why did that look like a lot of numbers?

"Hey Gecko... what's the expected number of participants?" I asked. Numerous blinks. "Over a million? Huh… that's a lot. And mine is… 897,489? Okay… that's a lot."

The next piece of paper was easy for me to read, even with my lack of reading ability. It was what the expected bracket would look like. Though… it looked kind of lacking.

"How does this tournament work? Is it fully single elimination matches?" I asked Gecko. He began answering so I translated out loud. "So it breaks up all of the participants into four blocks. From each block, eight finalists emerge via single elimination. All 32 finalists are then put into the final round, with the 32 that were given special circumstance to bypass the preliminaries. Each set will be seeded based off of judges and then the final round will be created. It will proceed with single elimination until the last participant. It works like that?"

I got a nod from Gecko.

"Then who the hell are the ponies who get to bypass the prelims? Because that shit doesn't sound fair", I said. I got several blinks from Gecko. "What? Ugh, that's stupid."

After that, I conversed with Gecko to get more information about the tournament in general. First, it was to start in two days with the first block. They estimated that each block of tournament would take about two days to finish. The final rounds were expected to only take a day though. So this tournament would take about nine days to come to an end. Normally I wouldn't dare spend such a long time in one area, but the cash reward for this was just too enticing. Gecko and I decided that I would obviously have to hold back a lot in this tournament. While the tournament prohibited the use of weapons, I had to be careful not to accidentally kill somepony by putting too much power into a punch.

The next day, we found out that I was put into the D-block, which means I wouldn't even be fighting for another week, but at least the finals would be held the next day. Now all I had to do was wait until the day for my block to begin.

(Day of D-block's Elimination Rounds)

Dear lord it had been a long wait. I practically spent all my time resting and making fine cuisine. I don't think I've gone this long without killing somepony ever since I became an assassin. In hindsight, I could have scouted all of the finalists from each of the blocks, but in all honesty it wouldn't have made a difference. There wasn't a single pony in this thing that could hope to give me a challenge sadly. Anyways, now I was in the waiting room, my fight was going to begin in about 15 minutes according to Gecko. I was passing the time by sharpening my ice blades, making sure my mind was just as sharp… oh, that's a good line. I should use that sometime in a real fight. Yeah, I'll be going all badass with my blades on a bunch of peons and then the big boss will show up and be all 'Those are quite the blades you have there', then I, cloak whipping in the wind, will reply 'Yes they are. But I'll have you know that they're not the sharpest weapons I own', to which the boss would be like 'Oh?' and then I'd continue 'The sharpest weapon I have is…' Pause for dramatic effect, then I take off the sunglasses I had totally been wearing the entire time, 'My mind'. The boss would then give up, knowing he can't win against a person with such intellectual fortitude. Yeah… that's exactly how it'd go. I realized Gecko was pulling on my cloak.

"What is it Gecko?" He gave me a few blinks. "Oh, really? That was fast. Okay, quick review of the game plan. I'll go out there, take a few hits, act a little weary and pull out an incredible counter-attack where I shower my opponent in light punches. I think it's flawless."

Gecko nodded, and then a voice came from behind the door that lead to the arena.

"Participant… 897,489. Are you ready for your battle?" The masculine voice asked. I dispelled my sword. I got up, saluted Gecko and walked up to the door before opening it to reply.

"I am fully prepared", I answered. The stallion nodded and then looked over a clipboard he was carrying with magic.

"I'll have to inspect your cape if you intend to go out in it", he said. I nodded and he began using his magic and scanned my cloak… fucking called it a cape. Of course, I had left my saddlebags, weapons and anything that could be considered dangerous to normal ponyfolk back in the motel room. Not that he would have been able to sense them anyways. After being satisfied that he had scanned my cloak, he double-checked his clipboard. "I also have to warn you, that there are no rules prohibiting the grabbing of articles of clothing and are considered a part of the pony."

I nodded in acceptance and he triple-checked his clipboard. I probably could sneak in a murder right under these guy's noses.

"I also need to remind you that the use of magic is illegal and if you're caught using magic in an official match, you will be disqualified from the tournament", he said. I nodded again, but secretly smiled at the 'if you're caught' part. But I wouldn't need to use magic anyways. After going over several more guidelines, he led me around the giant stadium, which I had yet to see. We came to a door where the stallion stopped. I could hear all of the ponies outside.

"Just go through here and up to the stage", he said, stepping back. I nodded and was about to go through, but the stallion added one more thing. "Oh and uh, break a leg! Err, actually, please don't break a leg. I mean, if you do break a leg, you won't be penalized. That is, unless you continually break legs. Then we'll have to disqualify you. But as-"

"I got it. I'll try my best", I interrupted, tired of his shit. Honestly, how did he get a job doing this? The stallion nodded sheepishly, and I faced the door. I took a deep breath before going through the door.

Noise assaulted my ears. I was in a tunnel-like structure. I could see the arena from where I was, but not the stadium. But I could hear it. It was probably worse here in the tunnel as all the sound reverberated and echoed. I walked, not going too fast or too slow as I approached the arena. I exited the tunnel and everything opened up. The noise was maybe just as loud, but it felt more scattered and spread out. I looked around as I approached further. Despite that I haven't really seen many stadiums, this was by far the biggest I had ever seen. There were probably hundreds of thousands of ponies here, and I could still see gaps in a lot of sections. I then barely registered the announcer that was speaking above the noise of the audience.

"Alright ladies and gentlecolts, are you ready for the 1,548th D-block match?!" The announcer asked, causing a spike in volume. I looked forwards to the arena. Arena was probably the wrong word. It was just a slightly elevated platform that was probably about 150x150 hooves. I noticed that my opponent was stepping onto the platform. Ugh… it was a mare. She actually possessed a really good physique for a mare though, also being just several inches shorter than me. She had a reddish-brown fur with a dark blue mane and tail. Her mane was styled back and short, as to avoid getting in her way and her tail was also kept short. I stepped onto the platform with little difficulty. There was a little red box, where I assumed I was supposed to start. I stood in it, and I saw that my opponent was in a blue box. I realized the announcer was speaking, though this was a new voice.

"-eems like both of our participants are ready to begin the show! I believe some introductions are due for the two of them", the second announcers said. Introductions?

"On one side, we have Raven Haunt!" The first announcer exclaimed, another spike in volume happening.

"Fun Fact, she doesn't actually haunt ravens", the second one added… for reasons.

"No… no she does not. That's not her real name either, it's actually her stage name from where she competes in the amateur division of women's boxing", the first replied, informing all of us. Oh so she's an amateur boxer? That's probably why her physique seems so good.

"Yes despite being 38 years old, she's still able to compete at that stage which is pretty impressive."

"Are you calling her old?"

"I am."

"I'd be careful, she could probably beat you in a fight."

"I would hope she could, or else she's not going to get far in this tournament."

"That is correct. Now Raven Haunt comes from the city of Namur, Belgium. She grew up as an only child with her parents who were both in the working class. At a young age, she was put into self-defense training by her father. She grew a liking to it and after completing the class, she encouraged her parents to enroll in karate lessons. However, her parents had told her that she could only partake in karate as long as she kept her grades up. With a new purpose, her determination skyrocketed. She soon began passing her classes and her parents were glad that she found a passion and an outlet. She balanced her academics and her karate all throughout her education career. But then came the time to decide whether or not to continue into a university or pick a career. Raven didn't want to give up karate, and to attend university would require both money and time. However, you couldn't make money through karate… but there was one option. At first, her parents rejected even the idea of it, but they came to see how passionate their daughter was and decided to allow her to see how far her drive could take her. So she tried out for competitive boxing. Despite karate being much different than boxing, she grew to like it just as much and she became an amateur boxer. That was where she learned different kinds of ponies in the professional sports business. There were those like her that worked hard to reach where she had got. There were those who got to where she was on natural talent alone but lacked the drive. Then, there were those that had both the drive and the talent. She learned that a strong drive could only get you so far. So she's stayed in the amateur division for her whole career. She's taking part in this tournament both for the cash prize as well as to prove that she can contend with the top", the first announcer took a deep breath. Did they really need to have such a long introduction?

"Wow that was a mouthful", the second announcer commented.

"You didn't even have to say anything."

"That's because I won in rock-paper-scissors."

"Whatever. And now for our other contestant!" The first announcer said, causing yet another spike in volume. Wait, did I have an introduction? Oh dear lord, what could Gecko have written.

"We have… Charming Charmer!" The second yelled, not letting the crowd's energy level die down.

"That's an interesting name", the first commented.

"Agreed! Now let's see what we have for Charming Charmer…" Oh please nothing stupid, nothing stupid. "He's from South America and wants to win for the cash prize."

"Is… is that it?" The first announcer asked.

"Uh…" The sound of papers flipping could be heard. "Yeah… that's it."

"Huh. South America seems like a nice place."

"What? That's it? Gecko, come on. You could have at least put in something badass", I muttered under my breath.

"Yeah… How about we get this fight back on track?!" The second yelled, sensing the crowd's energy level dying. Then, a stallion walked on stage wearing a striped jersey.

"Alright. You should know the rules by now, but I'll briefly recap", he said in a gruff voice that was just barely loud enough to hear over the crowd. "The fight will start on my mark. The fight will only end under three circumstances. The first, is if one of the contenders loses conscious. The second is by ring-out, where if one of the contenders touches the ground outside of the perimeter. The third is if the fight reaches a total length of 15 minutes, the fight will stop and the winner will be selected by our panel of judges. In the event of a double knock-out or a double ring-out, the winner will also be selected by our panel of judges. Understood?"

I nodded my head and so did my opponent. The referee, at least that's what I think he was, eyed us both before nodding. He held his left foreleg in the air. I noticed the effect immediately as the crowd seemed to die into a hushed cheer. There was a weird thumping noise though that I heard. Oh wait, that was just my heart. The referee pulled out a microphone.

"Alright. It is my pleasure to officiate and announce, that the fight between Raven Haunt and Charming Charmer may now…" He paused, obviously for dramatic effect. Hm… is she going to go flying out of the gates or try to size me up? "BEGIN!"

I walked forwards, as my opponent did the same. She at least had the wits about her to try to size me up. She approached me on the tip of her hooves and had her weight primarily focused on her rear legs in order to quickly spring up to use her forehooves. We were approaching striking distance and I reviewed my game plan. Take a few hits, then counter epically, making it look like I put my all into it. It was simple enough.

"Good luck", I heard her say. I smiled and nodded back. Really? Who wishes their opponents good luck? Once I had entered her striking distance, she acted quickly. It was there that I realized why she was stuck in the amateur division. Instead of going for a jab or maybe even a cross, she opened with a haymaker. Never open with a haymaker. But oh well, I could take the punch. Even though I wasn't taking this fight seriously, I almost laughed at how slow she was moving to me. I could easily dodge something like this. As I braced for the impact, I felt my body twisting. Why was my body twisting? I was dodging. From pure, conditioned reflex, I was dodging. I felt myself evade the punch and then my body twisted again. I felt my hoof come off the ground. No righty! What are you doing?! You're breaking the game plan! I cringed a bit as my hoof came straight up into her jaw. It followed through and she was actually lifted off the ground from the force of the punch. My body returned to where I was standing by the time she crashed onto the ground. I stared at her as she didn't move. Oh wait, she was still breathing. I exhaled in relief that I hadn't killed her. Than cursed as I had accidentally taken the game plan, punched it a few times to show it who was in control and then threw it into a pit of carnivorous iguanas. I then realized that the crowd was silent. I looked around as the hundreds of thousands of ponies were all quiet, save a few that were probably drunk. The referee, jumped up onto platform and rushed to the girl's side. He checked on her before bringing out the microphone.

"She's unconscious… the victor is Charming Charmer…" He said, the crowd suddenly bursting out into cheers. It startled me a bit, in all honesty.

"I don't believe it! He knocked her out in one punch!" The first announcer said.

"I think that has to be a record in tournament history! What does the clock say?" The second announcer asked. Who though, was unknown.

"We're clocking that in at 13 seconds!" The first announcer yelled.

"That's got to be a record! Just who is this Charming Charmer fellow?" The second announcer asked. Whelp, there goes any chance I had at keeping a low profile for now. I did a small hoof pump and walked back towards my tunnel, a slight smirk on my face.

The face of Gecko when I returned was 'You are such a fucking idiot'. At least, that's how I interpreted it.

"It's not my fault! I swear it was pure reflex!" I said. He gave me several blinks.

"I know, I know. I'll be more careful next round to make it more believable", I assured him before lying down and closing my eyes. "Anyways, wake me up for the next round."

(Several Hours Later)

A tugging sensation woke me from my dreamless sleep. I opened my eyes and looked for Gecko. I didn't see him, until I figured out where the tugging sensation was coming from.

"I'm awake", I said. Gecko then jumped off of my head. I yawned and stretched. "So my fight's soon?"

Gecko nodded his head, and then gave me several accusatory blinks.

"It was an accident, okay? I'll be more careful this round, I promise", I said. Then a knock at the door drew my attention.

"Participant 897,498. Are you ready for your fight?" A voice asked. Ugh, it was the same stallion actually. I nodded at Gecko and he nodded back. I got up and walked to the door, before opening it.

"As ready as I'll ever be", I replied to the stallion, who was smiling. He looked down at his god-damned clipboard.

"I'll have to check your cape again", he told me. It's a motherfucking cloak!

"Please do", I replied. He scanned my CLOAK. He nodded in satisfaction before going back to his clipboard.

"I also have to remind you that your cape can be grabbed and is considered part of you", he said. I nodded in understanding, but I just really didn't want to hear all this again. "I also have to tell you that magic is prohibited and if you're caught using it, then you will be disqualified from the tournament."

I had to sit through several more legal stuff or whatever. I just kind of zoned out when he was talking. But I nodded my head whenever it seemed like he wanted a reply. He began walking off and I followed him. We took the same route as the first time, so I was going to be on the same side as before. We stopped by the door. He turned to me. Oh please don't talk, please don-

"So was it luck?" He asked me. Damn it!

"What?" I asked, confused… mostly because I wasn't really paying attention.

"That one hit knock out. Was it luck?" He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Probably", I said, before quickly going through the door so I wouldn't have to deal with him any longer. I was met with the same noise as last time. I casually walked out of my tunnel, seeing that my opponent was already on the platform and in his spot. He was a rather… colorful stallion. He had an almost baby blue shade of fur with a mane and tail that was a regular blue and dark orange color. Even from the distance I was able to see his irises were a light purple color. He was also a pegasus. His appearance would have been downright adorable if not for his build. He was easily bigger than me and had much more muscle. He had a serious, deadpan expression on his face. I climbed up onto the platform. I got into my red box.

"Alright folks! We've entered into the second round!" The announcer said, breaking my thought. It sounded like the same one from last time.

"Things are really going to start heating up now with this fight, how about we get the introductions out of the way?" The second announcer asked. They were the same two from the last round. Did they have to commentate for all of this thing? God that must suck for them.

"You're right! In the blue corner, we have Silver Soldier!" The first yelled, getting the crowd all hyped.

"Fun fact, he is not made of silver", the second said… wait what?

"... Nopony else was thinking that", the first said, sounding just as confused as I was.

"But he is an actual soldier", the second replied… what is wrong with that guy's thinking process?

"That is correct! Silver Soldier hails from Ath, Belgium. His dad was in the Air Component of the Belgian Armed Forces. As was his grandfather. And great grandfather. His family has a long line of serving in the Belgian Armed Forces. Silver Soldier is no exception to that. He's currently in reserve right now after spending four years on active duty. He joined the tournament to represent the Belgian Armed Forces and hopes to make it pretty far and make his family proud. He also has a two younger brothers who, guess what?" The first asked, probably rhetorically. So he was in the military? I guess that somewhat explains his build.

"Want to become the next great surrealist painters?" The second asked back.

"I hope you're joking! But they're also going into the military, following in the hoofsteps of their forefathers. Silver Soldier was never very strong academically in high school but he was part of his high school's rugby team where in his junior year they made it to the finals before a crushing defeat", the first said. What was the point in knowing all of this?

"I feel like he was the kind of kid who in high school bullied others", the second one quipped.

"Keep talking like that and I'm sure you'll find out sooner than you thought", the first one countered. Was that a passive-aggressive threat?

"Hahaha", the second laughed, the crowd doing the same. Seriously? Did nopony else catch that threat?

"After graduating from high school, he immediately enlisted for the Air Component and made his way through the academy. Of course though, in such a time of peace, he's never seen any real action but he's served his country well. At the age of 26, he got married to the love of his life and now he has a son who is six years old. They are currently living an enjoyable life and guess what the son wants to become?" The first asked, probably rhetorically.

"Does-"

"It was rhetorical. His son also wants to join the Belgian Armed Forces. Praising his daddy as a hero. I'd like for us all to take a moment of silence for his dedication and service for his country", the first said, causing a hush to go over the crowd. I stood there in awkwardness for several seconds before the second announcer spoke back up.

"And we're back!" He said. "Over in the red corner, we have Charming Charmer!"

The crowd burst into cheers, taking me by surprise.

"Hailing from the dangerous lands of South America…" The second was saying, but then kind of died off.

"You were trying to make his intro sound cooler, weren't you?" The first asked, causing some of the audience to laugh.

"Yes I was! Anyways, he's from South America and wants to win for the cash prize!" The second yelled, the crowd's energy spiking again.

"A lot of interest in him. He set the record for this tournament for the fastest knock-out in history", the first added. "We'll see if it was pure luck or not this round."

I noticed the referee climbing up onto the stage. He stood about where he had last time before talking.

"I know you both heard this in the first round, but I got to do this every round", he said. Seriously?! Though, I actually kind of felt bad for the referee. He probably had to say the same stuff for all of the fights. "The fight will start on my mark. The fight will only end under three circumstances. The first, is if one of the contenders loses conscious. The second is by ring-out, where if one of the contenders touches the ground outside of the perimeter. The third is if the fight reaches a total length of 15 minutes, the fight will stop and the winner will be selected by our panel of judges. In the event of a double knock-out or a double ring-out, the winner will also be selected by our panel of judges. Understood?"

Both my opponent and I nodded. The referee looked between the two of us before pulling out his microphone. He raised his foreleg into the air, causing the audience to go into a hush.

"This round, it is my pleasure to officiate this match between Silver Soldier and Charming Charmer. The match may now…" He paused for dramatic effect. Hm, this guy was probably going to come flying straight out of the gates. "BEGIN!"

The referee jumped off the platform and the stallion started running at me. Plus one for me. Alright. I've got a military-trained pegasi running at me. I'll just stand my ground, take a few hits, be careful to avoid a ring-out and then win by ring-out. Flawless. The stallion was practically upon me now, though he still looked like he was moving in slow-motion. Alright, looks like he's going for a tackle, which was pretty risky considering how close we were to the edge. I could hold my ground against him though. I tensed in anticipation for the tackle and… why was I moving. I was moving towards the left! NO! I couldn't stop myself from sidestepping the tackle, but at least he seemed to be checking his speed so he didn't go off the edge. Wait, lefty? Lefty what are you doing? No going renegade! LEFTY! My left foreleg raised itself and my body pivoted on my left rear leg. Once he was right in front of me, my left foreleg came down onto his skull. He rocketed to the ground, slid on the platform, teetered on the edge and then fell off. The crowd became hushed again. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my snout.

"He's done it again!" The first announcer yelled, causing the crowd to go into a frenzied uproar.

"What does the clock say on that one?" The second asked somepony.

"That was eight seconds! He broke the record again! Incredible!" The first one yelled. I noticed the referee was checking the stallion. He brought his microphone out.

"The stallion is unconscious, and judging from the events prior, I am ruling this as a knock-out and not a ring-out", he said.

"That's incredible! We'll have to take this to our panel of 21 judges for the official ruling", the first announcer said. There was a pause, causing the audience to die down. "We have gotten the ruling back… in a decision of 17 to 4, they have ruled it as a knock-out!"

I did a small hoof pump as the crowd went back into an uproar. I walked back to the tunnel, the sound dying behind me… oh, Gecko was going to freaking murder me.

(Round Three, because if I do much filler between the rounds, this is going to be even more stupidly long)

So after a long, stern talking to from Gecko, the third round came faster than the two prior… since the number of fights were cut in half. I was already walking through the tunnel towards the platform. I was getting almost completely adjusted to the sound and I could block most of it out. I noticed that my opponent was nowhere in sight. So I went to my box, the same red one as the first two rounds. The announcers began talking as I seemingly had to wait for my next opponent.

"With us this round, is the stallion that's become all the talk of today, Charming Charmer!" The first announcer yelled, getting the crowd warmed up.

"In the first round, he broke the tournament record for the fastest knock-out, and then broke it again in the second round!" The second exclaimed.

"Do you think he can break it again?" The first asked.

"I don't know. For one, our clock doesn't go into milliseconds so we have no exact time but I think the real question is whether or not he can finish the round in a single blow", the second answered. I sighed. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm definitely going to not win in one hit this round. I'll definitely make this fight genuine this time.

"Wait! I think I see his opponent entering now!" The first said. I looked to see my opponent. He was a dark purple unicorn with splotches of regular purple across his fur, while his horn matched his fur color. His irises were actually a nice green color. He had almost neon green mane and tail. His main was short, but spiked up, while he kept his tail short. He had a gruff look about him that made me think he was probably some sort of gang member or something. Some flipping of papers could be heard. "With us this round, we have Shadow Horn!"

"Fun fact, his horn isn't actually made of shadows", the second quipped. Does he seriously do that every round?

"I have no idea how you were selected for this. Anyways, Shadow Horn is a stallion that is 24 years of age and is in the amateur division of the MMA. He's a stallion from Mechelen, Belgium and is known as quite the deviant in the MMA. He is not only an only child, but as a young colt, his father walked out on his mother and hasn't been seen since", the first said. Oh, so he's an amateur martial artist? That might actually help me to make this fight look realistic.

"Those abandonment issues are probably why he beats people for pleasure", the second added. The fuck is wrong with that guy?

"..." There was an awkward pause that filled the stadium.

"But he's a great guy. Big heart", the second said, as if he knew the guy personally.

"Okay… as a student in middle school, he seemed too often get frequently into fights and suspended from school. His mother, with little left to do, offered to have him enrolled in a martial arts class", the first said.

"Hapkido", the second said. The Korean martial art?

"What?" The first asked his associate

"He's trained in hapkido, a Korean martial art that primarily employs self-defense through joint locks, grappling and throwing techniques", the second answered.

"... And you just say this now?" The first asked.

"Honestly I don't pay much attention when you talk", the second said. Dear lord, I think these guys' exchange were more entertaining than the fights.

"... How do you even know that?" The first asked.

"Pfft. Because I'm not an idiot", the second responded casually.

"You know what? Not even going to go there. Anyways, after being disciplined in…" the first trailed off.

"Hapkido", the second interjected.

"Hapkido, I was just about to say that. After being disciplined in hapkido, he became better in his studies and school and was able to graduate on time. After graduation, he decided to pursue a career in fighting, where he made it into the MMA. He uses a rather unique style of fighting-"

"He just uses hapkido offensively", the second interrupted

"... Are you done?" The first asked. Whose idea was it to put these guys together?

"Done with what?" The second asked like an idiot.

"So, Shadow Horn has joined the tournament to receive more money which he plans to use to give his mother a more comfortable living arrangement. Also, he hopes that if he's popular enough, he might just be able to catch the eyes of his father", the first said. Are they really going to talk about this in front of hundreds of thousands of ponies?

"Who he'll probably beat to death", the second added.

"I hope he's not the only victim", the first said, laughing afterwards. Was that another passive aggressive threat?

"Hahaha", the second seemed to join in on the laughter. I then noticed the referee climb onto the stage.

"Alright guys you know the deal", the referee said. He certainly looked really tired. "The fight will start on my mark. The fight will only end under three circumstances. The first, is if one of the contenders loses conscious. The second is by ring-out, where if one of the contenders touches the ground outside of the perimeter. The third is if the fight reaches a total length of 15 minutes, the fight will stop and the winner will be selected by our panel of judges. In the event of a double knock-out or a double ring-out, the winner will also be selected by our panel of judges. Understood?"

Both my opponent and I nodded in understanding, to which the referee nodded to in confirmation. He grabbed his microphone and raised his foreleg, which hushed the crowd, despite that they had grown rather quiet during the announcer's exchange.

"I can now present the fight between Charming Charmer and Shadow Horn. This match can officially…" He paused for dramatic blah blah blah. "BEGIN!"

My opponent didn't close the distance in any haste and neither did I. We came about within ten hooves of each other when he took a step back. I narrowed my eyes at him. I took another step forward and he took a step back. He was trained in close-quarters combat and even specialized in a style that was defensive in nature. Why would he be trying to keep distance? Well at least he seemed to be strategizing a little bit.

"Hm… seems like Shadow Horn's hesitating to go into an engagement with Charming Charmer… think this is an elaborate strategy?" The first announcer asked.

"I doubt it. He's usually one to punch first, ask questions later. He's probably stalling for time so he doesn't become on the receiving end of another record breaker", the second answered, causing me to frown. Was he really just stalling? That was disappointing.

Since I had never moved much during my other two rounds, he had no idea how quickly I could cover ground. Of course, I couldn't use my full speed, I had to look at least somewhat believable. Though, by the time the stallion had registered that I was advancing, he knew he couldn't distance himself any further. So he reacted by throwing a punch at my face. I got it this time! I felt the punch impact… my left hoof, which had come up to grab the punch. I then felt myself step into him. I twisted his foreleg to the side, opening his body. Then my right hoof came up in an uppercut and connected with his chin. His head recoiled upwards and I stepped back. Crap. I did it again. Then the stallion's head leveled! Yes! I hadn't knocked him… wait. I sighed as I looked into his vacant and plastered eyes. As he fell forwards, I did him a solid and caught him in my forelegs.

"I believe I win", I told the referee who was off to the side. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before coming up onto the platform. He took the stallion from me and inspected him. He sighed, shook his head and then took out his microphone.

"Shadow Horn is unconscious… the victor is Charming Charmer", he said, the crowd going into a frenzy of cheers… but I heard something else. It sounded like… booing. I smirked as I began walking off the platform. I ignored whatever the announcers were saying and you know what? Fuck trying anymore. I can clearly win this, so I might as well be badass while doing it. I resolved myself to win the rest of the fights in just one punch. Because part of my enjoyed embarrassing all of these ponies.

(Round 4)

I exited the tunnel and approached the platform. A smirk didn't hide my confidence as I strutted. Despite being pissed, Gecko agreed that since I seemed to be unable to control my reflexes, I should just fight while holding back. My opponent was also on his way towards the platform. I had trouble placing the color of his fur. It was almost like a dark, pale green or something. Almost grey, but I swear I saw some green in it. Maybe I could ask before the round began. He had a mane that was navy blue and a dark green, which I could tell was actually green. His mane and tail were short like everypony else's in this tournament it seemed. He had a fairly bulky figure despite having a small frame. I could easily tell from his light green eyes, guy must really like green, that he was young. Probably around my age, maybe a bit younger.

"Next up is Gold Ho- wait... is that him? It is!? Gold Hoof!" The first announcer exclaimed, getting the crowd.

"Fun fact, his hoof is not made of gold", the second announcer added like he always did I guess. Did they really have to announce for the whole tournament? That must suck for the other announcer.

"Are you seriously going to do this every time we introduce somepony? Actually, don't answer that. Gold Hoof is one of the younger participants of this tournament, coming in at 20 years old. He's a local boy, born and raised in Brussels. He's currently attending the Vrije Universiteit Brussel and is the captain of the wrestling team. He is also the son of previous participant who was able to make it to the final rounds", the first announcer said. That was an interesting fact. So he was the son of a past finalist? Well guess somepony's dad is going to be disappointed.

"So no pressure", the second said.

"Nope, and he's here to honor his father and according to him, he also made a bet with some friends that he'd be able to make it past the fifth round", the first responded. Oh now that sucks. I'm also going to make him lose a bet. Poor kid.

"Well he's got quite the competitor this round", the second said.

"Yes he does, but let's talk a little bit more about Gold Hoof. He lived with his father, mother and older sister before his sister left for college and he followed soon after. He got into wrestling at the age of six where he showed a good combination of dexterity and strength, and won many junior tournaments in his weight group. He developed more in middle school but didn't really show his true ability until high school where he began absolutely dominating regional and national tournaments. He's quite famous in the wrestling world and people are anxiously waiting for his professional debut, but he says he wants to finish college first and get his degree first. Interestingly enough, he wants to get a degree in nursing", the first said. Oh, so he was a wrestler? Then that will make this round easier.

"That way he'll be able to break ponies' bones and then patch them up. Hahaha!" The second said. The crowd seemed to laugh, while I snorted. Breaking bones in Olympic wrestling? Not likely.

"It really wasn't that funny of a joke. But, when asked what he'd do with the money he'd earn if he won the tournament, he replied that he'd use some money to help pay for his education and deposit some into his savings before giving away the rest for charity", the first said. Oh jeez, this kid just wants me to feel bad about beating him. Sucks though that it's me.

"He's got a good head on his shoulders", the second praised.

"That he does", the first replied.

"Maybe ponies should call him, Gold Head", the second said, getting another laugh out of the audience.

"... You might somehow just make me regret getting my dream job", the first said. That caused me to laugh a bit. This was really a dream job? Well I guess it was an international tournament.

"I try", was all the second said, but then suddenly continued, "But his opponent for this round is who most are considering the number one seed for the D-block. Charming Charmer!"

The crowd roared with excitement, but I still picked up a couple of jeers thrown my way.

"Currently the odds are not in Gold Hoof's favor at all", the first said.

"Not at all. Charming Charmer has broken the record for the fastest knock-out in tournament history, twice!" The second exclaimed.

"Not only that, but he is just two one-hit knock-outs away from setting the record for the most one-hit knock-outs in tournament history", the first added. There's a record for that too? Oh I'm totally going to break that too. I noticed the referee climb up onto the platform.

"You know the whole speal", he said before continuing, "The fight will start on my mark. The fight will only end under three circumstances. The first, is if one of the contenders loses conscious. The second is by ring-out, where if one of the contenders touches the ground outside of the perimeter. The third is if the fight reaches a total length of 15 minutes, the fight will stop and the winner will be selected by our panel of judges. In the event of a double knock-out or a double ring-out, the winner will also be selected by our panel of judges. Understood?"

My opponent and I nodded. He nodded and then grabbed his microphone while simultaneously raising his left foreleg. The crowd began dying down.

"The official fight between Charming Charmer and Gold Hoof may now…" He paused. "START!"

Before the referee was even off of the platform, I had already exploded from my starting position. Of course, I wasn't going full sprint, but I was certainly moving faster than what any of them had seen. As I was sprinting, I zigged to the left and the zagged to the right. Zigged to the left. Zagged to the right. I kept zigging and zagging as I closed the distance between the kid and me. I could tell that at first, he couldn't keep up with my speed. But the more I did it, the more he adjusted to the pattern. Which of course, I was hoping for. I finally reached the last zag and was going to zig over the left to come at him from his right. In anticipation, he turned towards his right to meet me. So I wonder how surprised he was when he was clocked across his left. Instead of zigging over, I just went straight and came at him from his left. He flew from my punch, twirling as he did, and crashed to the ground outside of the platform. He didn't get back up.

"And that's it!" The first yelled as the crowd also seemed to process what just happened.

"Somepony get what that reads on the clock, that felt faster than the second round", the second said to somepony.

"The competitor Gold Hoof is both unconscious and has been knocked off of the area. Charming Charmer is the victor of the fourth round", the referee said, checking on the stallion. The referee's eyes met mine and I smirked. He held the gaze for a bit before walking off and shaking his head.

"We got it back, that one took seven seconds!" The second announcer said suddenly. "He's broken the record again!"

The crowd started cheering again, but then the first announcer suddenly interrupted.

"Wait!" He yelled, the audience dying down a bit. "I've just received word from the judges and in a decision of thirteen to eight, they have ruled it as a ring-out!"

"Aw, what?" I complained as I began walking off the platform. "Great. Now I have to worry about that too, if I want to break that record."

I huffed as I entered the tunnel.

(Round 5)

I stretched a bit as I got into my box, these fights were really dragging on. According to Gecko, this was the second to last round for the day. I glanced at my opponent this time who was also in her box. She had a tan fur color but had red markings on certain spots of her body that didn't look natural, but I couldn't tell what they were. She had an olive green mane and tail. Her mane was styled in a way that made me think of something traditional and oriental. I could generally tell from how she moved and her purple eyes that she was old… not that I would say that out loud. I frowned a bit as my opponent was a mare again. Now I wasn't the gentlestallion type, I've killed plenty of mares before, but I didn't enjoy hitting them. If only this tournament was to the death… that'd be so much more fun for me.

"Mares and gentlecolts, we've got a good match-up for this round. We've got two favorites to make it to finals from the D-block", the first announcer said.

"At least we had hoped so", the second interjected.

"Yeah. Occupying the red box this round is Charming Charmer, the dark horse of the tournament", the first said. Followed by silence.

"Did… did you just make a pun?" The second asked.

"... Shut up", the first replied, followed by the laughter of the second.

"Anyways, we've gotten confirmation of Charming Charmer's age. He sent us the info during the break", the second said, after recovering from laughing. But I did not send that info. It must have been Gecko. That… or Royal was somehow secretly involved in this tournament! Naw, it was Gecko.

"Yes, we've been speculating for a while now, but he's surprisingly only 23", the first said.

"Makes you wonder what kind of things go on in South America..." the second said drifting off at the end.

"Anyways, looks like somepony brought a gun to a hoof fight, let's introduce Strong Gunner in the blue corner!" The first yelled, getting the crowd excited.

"Fun fact…" the second began, but then paused.

"Oh? Still got nothing to say about her and her name?" The first asked, rather snidely.

"... She has quite the magnums for arms?" The second asked, sounding unsure. You could hear the first sighing.

"... Ugggghhhh, why do I even try? Well, moving on, Strong Gunner is a 50 year old who is proficient in Taekwondo and Kung Fu. As the oldest member of this tournament, she brings an extensive amount of experience to the competition", the first said. Now that was interesting. She was a master of two different martial arts. This may actually be more fun than I had anticipated.

"She is really old", the second added… like a dumbass. Very many gasps could be heard from the audience.

"Did you really just… my word. One does not say such things about a mare, life lesson right there. Well, she has been married for 25 years now and has two children who are in the audience today to support their mother", the first said. Oh, now I have to beat these kids' mother in front of a large crowd. That's going to be awkward at dinner time.

"What good kids", the second added.

"Yes, yes they are. When we asked her what she would do with the money if she won the tournament, she told us that she would use it to pay for her kids education and retire from tournament fighting", the first replied, getting some 'aww's from the crowd.

"She doesn't look that old", the second interjected. This dude just flip-flops all over the place. How did he actually get hired for this?

"... What is your problem? Oh and her husband is flower shop owner, operating in their hometown of Ghent. She says she will help him with that when she retires", the first said with finality.

"Flowers are nice", the second said randomly.

"Just… just shut up", the first said, sighing afterwards. The referee got onto the platform and walked to his spot.

"The fight will start on my mark. The fight will only end under three circumstances. The first, is if one of the contenders loses conscious. The second is by ring-out, where if one of the contenders touches the ground outside of the perimeter. The third is if the fight reaches a total length of 15 minutes, the fight will stop and the winner will be selected by our panel of judges. In the event of a double knock-out or a double ring-out, the winner will also be selected by our panel of judges. Understood?" He asked, just skipping right to the necessary point. My opponent nodded and I did as well. He raised his left foreleg, getting the anxious crowd to calm down for a bit before grabbing his microphone. "Alright folks, the fight between Strong Gunner and Charming Charmer may now… START!"

I was surprised by the short and not so dramatic pause. My opponent seemed less surprised as she started walking towards me. She wasn't in a rush, but she certainly wasn't stalling for time. She would occasionally bounce around on the tip of her hooves. I began walking towards her as well. I stretched my neck and all of my legs until we were a mere hoof apart. We locked eyes and stared at each other for a moment. I should strike first, just a simple jab to see how she-

I ducked to avoid the punch that was aimed at my face. I rolled to the side as she tried to bring an elbow down onto my head. I sprang up and launched a counter-attack. I threw several experimental jabs at her and she dodged all of them, not bothering to block or parry. I smirked as I figured out her strategy. Of course, when you're facing an opponent that had previously knocked out all of his opponents in a single punch, you wouldn't risk getting hit. She brought up a hoof to strike me in my chin, but I stepped back to avoid it. In a turn of speed that surprised me for a 50 year old, she swiveled and tried to buck me directly in my chest. I jumped backwards to avoid it. How could I take her down in one punch? I decided to have a bit of fun with this one. I jumped into the air, launching myself at her, trying a punch from above. She easily sidestepped it and was probably going to counter, but I transferred my momentum into a roll to escape her range. I spun up to face her. Alright, I got this now. I charged her and she aimed a punch at my left foreleg, which I parried. She halted my charge, and tried to score several hits on my forelegs, but I parried all of her attempts. Then, she finally did what I wanted her to do. She aimed a strike at my face. Despite being fast, especially for a 50 year old, I was still almost exponentially faster than her. So with just enough speed to beat her, I spun into her, narrowly avoiding the blow. I brought up my right foreleg and trapped hers onto my shoulder. Continuing with my spin, I drew her in closer to me. I brought up my left foreleg, forcing myself onto two hooves, and delivered an elbow to her face. I wasn't really aiming anywhere specific, but if you deal enough force to head, you can cause enough concussive trauma to knock a pony out. I let go of her leg and dropped down onto all fours again. I glanced behind me. Yep, she was unconscious. And bleeding from her nose, but I'm sure she was fine. I nodded at the referee and he frowned at me. He quickly gestured to some ponies off-stage before coming up to check on the mare. He brought his microphone out and with the frown still on his face.

"Strong Gunner is unconscious, Charming Charmer is the winner", he said. I got a surprising amount of boos from the crowd. I glanced back as paramedics put her onto a stretcher and carried her away. Well, maybe not so surprising. Guess I accidentally put too much force into that last blow. I think the announcers were talking, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. I just walked into the tunnel, a smile on my face as I listened to the booing and jeering from the crowd.

(Round 6)

I got into my blue corner and awaited for my next opponent. I listened as the crowd was split between cheering for me and booing at me. I stretched a bit and made sure my limbs were nice and limber. This was the last round of the day and the cold was starting to set in as the sun was almost finished setting.

"Alright folks, we are continuing with round six which will see us with the last fights of the day. For these two who are fighting next, they are both ponies who weren't predicted to make it this far", the first announcer said.

"Which is all part of the fun of the tournament, getting these surprises", the second announcer said.

"True. And the first one out has certainly been the biggest surprise of the entire tournament", the first said.

"Definitely. Five hits, five victories", the second agreed.

"Those numbers are quite vicious", the first said. Hah! Man I wish I could kill in this tournament.

"We have, the one and only Charming Charmer", the second introduced. I waved at the crowd of ponies that surrounded me in the stadium. I, again, got a mixture of boos and cheers. "Hailing from South America and sitting at the age of 23, our analysts believe he'll be able to make it very far into this tournament."

"Wait, who is that? Is that the next contestant? The paper says it is Lightning Onyx... Well here is Lightning Onyx!" The first yells as I notice my opponent coming out of his tunnel. He was… black. Really, really black. He had black fur, black wings, black mane and a black tail. Heck, I even think his irises were a very dark shade of gray or something. The only thing that wasn't either black or at least a dark shade were the neon green highlights in his mane, which was fairly long and styled in a way that made him look like he was starting to go through a midlife crisis.

"Fun fact, he isn't made of lightning", the second stated. For reasons unbeknownst to me.

"By all that which is holy and pure, why are you here?!" The first yelled, taking me by surprise a bit.

"Well just a couple of weeks ago, I was in my studio, doing my show and all when I got a call that my assistant was of most urgency. So I answered it and boom, I was invited to commentate for the D-block", the second answered. Oh, so they're only announcing for the D-block. I wonder who's doing the finals then. And was he a radio dj?

"... Damn it...fine then. Lightning Onyx is of the age 39 this year, or so this paper says anyways. He comes from a long lineage of-"

"Butterflies?" The second interrupted.

"What? No! It was pegasi… I hate you… He has an outstanding family of 15 siblings. They run a delivery business in the local area. Though local, they also do business in a few of the neighboring towns. Most ponies here know the company of Lightning Deliveries. It's entirely family-owned and staffed", the first said. So this guy wasn't even trained in combat? He was just a delivery stallion? That's actually quite impressive.

"So child labor?" The second asked.

"No… they only employ the kids once they get to the age of 16. Though most of their business is deliveries for other businesses. Lightning Onyx says that if he were to miraculously win the tournament that he will use the money to pay for his parents retirement plan", the first said.

"Hm. I feel like there's probably some under-the-table business going on. Especially child labor", the second said.

"... You… you're really stuck on that, aren't you?" The first asked.

"Yes", the second answered.

"Well why don't you go dig around after the tournament's over to find out? I'm sure they'd really appreciate that", the first said.

"I think I will", the sec- oh the referee was starting to talk.

"-at you've been informed of your warning?" He asked me. Warning? Oh, right.

"Yeah, the stallion who always leads me out here explained it to me", I answered, nodding as well.

"Just making sure that you understand that you'll get only two more warning for excessive violence before you're disqualified", he said. I nodded. Seriously though, what was the big deal? I just elbowed an old mare in the snout hard enough to knock her unconscious. Ignoring the fact, that if I were to hit her too hard, she would have died. "Anyways, the fight will start on my mark. The fight will only end under three circumstances. The first, is if one of the contenders loses conscious. The second is by ring-out, where if one of the contenders touches the ground outside of the perimeter. The third is if the fight reaches a total length of 15 minutes, the fight will stop and the winner will be selected by our panel of judges. In the event of a double knock-out or a double ring-out, the winner will also be selected by our panel of judges. Understood?"

My opponent and I nodded. The referee grabbed his microphone and raised his left foreleg, shushing the large crowd.

"This fight between Lightning Onyx and Charming Charmer, which will be officiated by me, can now…" He paused for dramatic effect this time. "BEGIN!"

My opponent acted first by… taking into the air?

"Hey ref, isn't that illegal?" I asked the referee as he jumped down from the platform. He shook his head.

"Flying is permitted", he said to me, which I scoffed at.

"Oh so unicorns can't use their magic but pegasi get to fly as much as they want? What ha-" I then noticed something pony-sized was coming at me with quite a high velocity. Oh, it was my opponent. He was flying right at me. Wow, he's actually pretty fast. They must run a pretty successful delivery company. Maybe Gecko and I should do- oh right, dodging. I quickly calculated his speed and direction. After figuring those out, I simply waited for him. I jumped to the left as he tried to tackle me or something. But mid-dodge, I aimed a kick at his right wing, effectively dislocating it. The resulting crash was actually kind of hilarious. After his right wing went limp, he plummeted into the ground, went end over end for a while before hitting the wall at the edge of stadium. His body slumped and didn't move. Well if his wing wasn't dislocated before, it sure as shit was now. His other one was probably dislocated too. Maybe some other broken or cracked bones as well scattered here and there. Oh, and probably a pretty nasty concussion.

"The winner is Charming Charmer!" The referee yelled. But it wasn't in excitement. He was rushing towards the stallion with the pair of paramedics. I shrugged and walked back towards my tunnel.

"That's what you get for using hacks", I stated as I walked.

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