People begin to slowly file back into the stadium, some carrying snacks and drinks, others simply retaking their seat. The cage has been lifted and the ring swept clean. At the announcer's table Randy put something he'd been drinking back under the table nodding to something spoken over his ear piece. The lights lowered again, spot lights flashed and danced about the stadium, as Randy stood.

"I hope you all enjoyed that intermission because we've got us another wild fight before us! Another four way one fall free for all! Again, no one you've likely heard of before, but if they fight even half as hard as the last set you'll remember their names after tonight! First into the ring could be called the Queen of the World! A rock hard warrior who causes the earth to tremble with her very steps! Make some noise for~ Sediment Terri~!"

An almost acoustic sounding electric guitar filled the stadium with almost chill notes before peaking up slightly with the beat of a drum. An average sized woman with bright red hair and green eyes walks calmly onto the stage, her suit, a colorful mismatch of bronze, rose gold, and amethyst separated by geometric waves of orange. Both the woman's hair and suit are studded with small clusters of jewels that someone with skill appraising jewels would tell at at a glance to be several types of quartz. "She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean!" The classic sang as the woman descended the ramp, continuing a rather frustrating trend over the night of completely ignoring the crowd as she walked towards the ring, "She was the best damn woman that I ever seen!" Reaching the ring the red head climbed into the ring with no fuss, simply squeezing between the ropes.

"Yet another fighter with a lack-luster entrance," Randy says with forced levity, "Are our fights simply so stoic or does no one else in the multiverse remember how to have fun?" the crowd chuckled, "Perhaps our next fighter will have a bit more personality?" In the ring Terri turned her head to favor Randy with a subtle glare. "Our next fighter is a mistress of crime! A ball busting boss of Bushido and brutality! Give it up for this lady of darkness! Yakuza~ Queen~!"

The music that played was not anything electric or modern, but a single pull of strings, followed by another, before quickly building into a classic piece recognized across worlds to let one know the big bad was here. As if to confirm this, a 5'9" asian woman with a large horizontal scar across the bridge of her nose walked out and gazed across the crowd like a lion surveying its domain. As the music built with the ominous cry of horns she slowly raised her hands over her head as if already declaring victory. This earned her a few jeers, but many more cries of approval. She calmly strode forwards down the ramp ignoring the crowd around her with a nigh on imperial air as the orchestra continued to blare. Reach the stage she climbed the stairs, only to stop, turn to the crowd once more and raise her hands in victory. The crowd went wild and she slid between the ropes just before the song could reach the point it took on a happy excited tone which would have ruined her intro.

"Now that's what we're looking for!" Randy crowed along with the still cheering crowd, "Simple, elegant, and oozing with intent! This is a woman who knows the way of the ring!" The self title Queen allowed a small confident smile to briefly grace her features. "Can the next woman in our match match this cool professional or will she end up six feet under? Our next fighter is a machine of logic and reason! A mind of silicon and circuits far beyond the scope of mortal minds given a mortal form! Don't let her appearance fool you, this hottie is will break you if you get in her way! Give it up for," Randy audibly suppresses an amused snort, "Hot Mama!"

A bass guitar being played is soon joined acoustic one and drum set making a funky beat as a man ask "What ya gonna do? You wanna get down?" Onto the stage struts a pasty white black haired woman with proportions more appropriate for a playboy bunny than a fighter her blue eyes gleaming with the raw confidence of someone who is hot and knows everyone else is thinking it. As the funky beat begins to pick up she starts to dance along to it, shaking what she got as she dances and slides down the ramp shaking he assets and trunk along the way. She pauses several times to tease and flirt with some of the more enthralled crowd taking to the time to spin, blow kisses, and cast bed room eyes at some. Several women and more crass men in the crowd take up the chant of "Slut!" but if she notices the self titled 'Hot Mama' doesn't care. She ascends to the ring to sit on a turn buckle posing one last time for the crowd and rolling over the ropes in an almost indecent display. "Get down on it! Get down on it!"

"We are most certainly seeing some more proper intros, and maybe a bit more with how little this hottie is wearing, tonight!" Randy laughed drawing a few 'whoop's from the audience. "But sadly our last fighter for the match won't be another woman. Will this wild wolf of a man brutalize these three young ladies? Will he be a gentle man and bow out? Or will this big bad wolf gobble them all up on his way to the top? Everybody get ready for Ze~von~!"

A heavy drumbeat accompanied by clapping hands and stomping feet fill the stadium. "Alright," the song calls as an electric guitar joins the beat an a man wearing face paints that give his face a near wolfish appears stalks out onto the stage with such a hunch he's almost on all fours taking a moment to snarl at the crowd, his mouth guard enhancing his wolfish appearance. "Well now." the song continued as the man started down the ramp, slowly losing his hunch and revealing a pair of kendo sticks in his hand and casually swinging them about as the song continued. Upon reaching the ring he stripped out of his bomber jacket, tore a dog collar off his throat, and tried to climb into the ring with his kendo sticks. The referee rushed up and began to visible argue with the man, who snarled and growled back before finally discarding the training sticks. Zevon makes no use of the stairs, simply leaping up to the ring and then jumping over the ropes into his corner.

"Another solid entrance from our new contestants! And now that everyone is in the ring it's time to lower the cage and get ready for another," Randy points his microphone out to the audience as they all shout, "ROYAL ROAD RUMBLE!" breaking into wild applause as once more the cage is lowered and flames spring up outside it.

Inside the ring the tension rose as the cage lowered. Zevon snarled at the two women on either side of him, but mainly kept his eyes locked on the asian woman across from him. He could tell from the way the woman carried herself that she was actually trained in combat unlike the other two. Hot Mama gave off an air of confident indifference her with the speed she could crunch data, her battle algorithms and the raw power of her cyborg body she felt confident enough in her win to forgo her protective gear. The self title Yakuza Queen gave off an air of cool confidence, her eyes locked onto Zevon having likewise picked the man out as the most skilled fighter of the three. As for Terri, well the announcer said the bimbo across from her was a robot so she was probably more dangerous than the wannabe furry and the crime boss so she should probably try to take down the robot first and then handle the mooks. Finally the referee's hand dropped.

Terri kicked off the turnbuckle behind her for a burst of speed, Hot Mama seeing she was being charged accepted the challenge and counter charged. The living machine struck first using a perfectly executed right shovel hook into the charging woman's gut, she was quite surprised when the other woman didn't fold in half like a snapped twig but grunted and landed a vicious elbow strike while she was struggling to figure out why it felt and sounded like her blow had hit concrete.

Both Zevon and Yakuza found themselves hesitating as they witness the speed, power, and viciousness the two women were displaying. They both circled outside the pair until they were each behind one of the two fighters sluggin' it out in the middle of the ring. Yakuza delivered a spinning heel kick to the back of Sediment Terri's head as Zevon delivered a double ax handle to Hot Mama. Neither of the brawling women seemed to notice while both the opportunistic heels hobbled away nursing sores from striking unexpectedly hard targets.

"Hot Mama and Sediment Terri are both going at each other in the center of the ring like the honor of their mothers are on the line! Both Yakuza Queen and Zevon are trying to make opportunistic attacks but it seems that their foes are simply too tough for them!"

"And what a shame that is Randy," Tessa comments with a scowl as she watches the brawl, "Terri is showing poor form and technique, she might do well in a street brawl but it's clear she has no professional training. As for 'Hot Mama', while each of her swings are technically perfect and she is always using the best move for the moment, her moves lack flow and to a trained fighter her next move is obvious. It's clear she's depending on algorithms and downloaded moves to fight. It's clear that if everyone were of equal strength in the ring Zevon and Yakuza Queen would be wiping the floor with these two."

"Are you saying those two are doomed to lose by simply being out stated?" Randy ask with foe-shock.

"Not if they're smart. Which it looks like they are."

Zevon and Yakuza met each other's eyes and nodded. Zevon rushed into the central brawl again and this time preformed a full nelson on Hot Mama who had stopped paying the man any mind when it was clear he couldn't hurt her. She was rather surprised to find her movements restrained by the weaker man and moved to throw him off only to nearly double over as a stone fist slammed into her guts. The shear mechanics involved forced her to double over which lined her chin up perfectly for the follow up upper cut which left even her mechanical mind spinning. She tried to stagger away from the stone fighter, only to remain held in place by Zevon letting Terri rain shattering blow after shattering blow into her cybernetic body. The stone fist steadily force metal to bend and components to shatter or come loose. Then with a mighty heave the AI found itself a victim of a suplex that knocked her abused brain completely loose and pinned her to the mat.

"ONE!"

Before Terri could even fully realize that the machine she was abusing was being pinned by her erstwhile ally. A strong pair of arms wrapped around her neck and despite her stone body her knees were kicked out from under her. As she slammed heavily into the ring she realized that despite her stone form she couldn't breathe! She tried to struggle out of the hold but her head was truly immobilized and she couldn't get her legs under her.

"TWO!"

Terri desperately tried to use her legs to roll, but the woman holding her had expertly wrapped around her in such a way to make that damn difficult. "Enjoying the embrace of my Kaos Clutch?" Yakuza asked with mocking glee even as Terri started to scratch at her arms with her stone finger tips tearing shallow painful gouges into the woman's arm.

"THREE!"

"And it looks like Hot Mama is the first to be knocked out of this match, but if Sediment Terri doesn't manage to break Yakuza's hold on her she might soon be forced to either tap out or pass out!"

Zevon stood and cockily walked over to where the two women were struggling and with a vicious grin drove heel stomp after heel stomp into Terri's side. The stone heroine barely felt the blows, but it drew more than a few boos from the crowd seeing the man beating on a downed woman like that.

"Now that's just down right unsportsmanlike!" Randy chastised excited, "What would the man's mother say if she saw this!"

"Rather hard to be gentlemanly in a cat-fight Randy," Terra teased, "Though I admit I don't think I've ever seen a rock turn quite that shade of purple before she's going to have to tap out soo- and there she goes."

Terri finally reached out an arm and slapped the floor of the ring signaling her yielding and was instantly removed from the ring. Zevon tried to capitalize on this by going for a big showy stomp, which Yakuza Queen easily rolled away from and leapt back to her feet. Now the two began to steadily circle and study one another.

"Quite the upset, the match's two powerhouses knocked out by two normal humans who have displayed no special powers thus far! Which one do you think will come out on top Terra?"

"Hard to say Randy. It's clear to me that Yakuza Queen is the better fighter of the two, but she's a lot lighter and less dense than Zevon and she picked up a lot of minor injuries restraining Terri, all those cuts are costing the woman a lot of blood. If she doesn't end this fight soon she might start find herself getting dizzy."

Almost as if spurred on by the announcer's words Yakuza rushed forwards swinging several probing jabs and hooks, throwing the occasional low kick. Zevon danced back from the probing flurry a wolfish smile on his face as he let himself be herded into a corner. Believing her foe trapped Yakuza rushed forward seeking to batter down the smaller man, she was quite startled as Zevon leapt atop the turn buckle before vaulting clear over her head. Suddenly finding herself the one caught in the corner the asian martial artist tried to turn to face her foe only to be back checked deeper into the corner. She threw out a wild cross trying to force distance, yet Zevon threw himself into the ropes, grabbing hold and twisting his entire body around into two footed slam kick that forced the tall woman out of her stance. Zevon spun out of his kick using the momentum to follow into a devastating elbow blow to the face.

"Oh! That showtime kick seems to have taken the fight out of Yakuza Queen and now Zevon is laying down the hurt! This could be it folks!"

"Not just yet Randy!" Terra smiles her eyes blazing with excitement, "Zevon's gotten a few solid blows on the woman but she's got her guard back up and- OH!"

In the ring Zevon had thrown a mighty corkscrew haymaker that the trapped woman had slipped around sending the punch painfully into the metal pole behind her. Quickly trying to reverse the situation, she grabbed the offered arm and threw Zevon into the corner. Zevon reversed her reversal by again running up the pole and back flipping out of the grab before throwing another hook at the injured woman who parried the blow and slammed a powerful kick into Zevon's side. Zevon snarled and grabbed the leg only to spot the trap to late as Yakuza Queen used the new anchor point to perform a enziguri, kicking the wannabe wolf man right in the head sending both fighters tumbling to the ground. Both fighters used the chance to gain a measure of distance from the other as they both climbed back to their feet.

"An amazing exchange from both of our fighters!" Terra crowed nearly as excited as Randy, "A truly ferocious fight showing why just because the fighters are normal humans that they should never be underestimated!"

"No doubt about that Terra, but it looks like both of them are starting to really feel their injuries! I don't see this fight last more than a couple more minutes!"

Zevon threw his head back in a howl and rushed forwards, only to veer and used the ropes to bounce off towards Yakuza's side, she stepped forwards and tried to give the man a snap kick for his trouble. But she blinked in shock as her kick hit nothing but air, seeing to late the wolf man had not released the ropes and yanked himself back out of the path of her kick. In an instant Zevon was on top of the rope and leaping at her performing a flying elbow drop, the woman's eyes widened as she realized she couldn't dodge in time and brought her arms up to block the blow. The force of the impact swept the woman off her feet and using her martial artist training she slapped the ground absorbing most of the shock of the fall. Then she felt arms wrap around her neck and legs around her waist.

Fury contorted her face as she realized the smaller man was using her own signature move against her! She snarled, thrashed and tried to force herself to her knees despite the man holding her down. She refused to be brought low by her own move by some jumped up primadonna pretending to be a fighter. She almost managed it, actually managing to get her knees under her and almost climbing to her feet as the man clung to her back and choked the breath out of her before finally her body couldn't continue and she passed out from lack of air.

Zevon climbed off the collapsed woman howling again and encouraging the crowd to make some noise before going back to his collapsed foe and pinning her to the ground with but two fingers.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"

"And it looks like Zevon managed to pull out a hell of a win Terra!" Randy roared with the crowd.

"That he did Randy! He might have fought dirty and used a dozen nasty tricks but there's no one claiming that he did not earn his win! I suspect he's going to go far in this series!"

"Alright folks we are going to take another short break before the next fight, but don't go anywhere because our next fight will be a special event match so stay tuned for the next ROYAL ROAD RUMBLE!"