Backstreet Blitz (Yeah, it's a backstreet blitz) [Open]

Corona had finally made it to her usual meeting place a little bit later than she had planned. As she walked up to the old building she tried to listen out for the sounds of her friends fighting and she was able to make out the tell-tale sounds of the old metal sheet they use as a drum coming from deeper into the concrete tomb of what was once a place of business.

Climbing up the side of it with a well-hidden set of footholds she pulled herself over the lip and onto the second floor of the crumbling place. Walking alongside the perimeter, not exactly in any sort of rush for the moment, she found herself looking out an old broken window to see a man who was dressed perhaps a bit too well for this side of town. Leaning out of the window she waved at the strange man. “Hey there, come to join in tonight?” She asked away, not bothering to explain the question, knowing that the man would either know what she’s talking about or he was new to this part of town. After all, this place was her group’s ring and everyone around here knew about it in some fashion.

“Oh, just the fight club, I think we have a few new members tonight anyway so a new face shouldn’t stand out too much.” She explained, strangely to the point and matter of fact about the fact that there was a (Semi) underground fight club going on just inside of the building.

“I haven’t seen the participants tonight yet, but judging from who rsvp’d we should be getting a good turn out.” She continued to muse as she ducked back into the building, climbing though the web of rubble with a practiced ease for a few moments as she made her way to the door which was locked on the inside. Removing the chain keeping it locked she shoved it open to let the strange man in. “Come on in.” She waved, holding the door open with her shoulder. “The party’s gonna start soon, if it hasn’t already.”

Waiting for the guest to come through, she did offer some advice: “Just don’t start any trouble. If you don’t want to join in that’s fine but we’re all here for a bit of fun and we know how to get everyone fixed up when they get hurt so don’t stomp on the parade.”

Corona had to stifle a laugh as she hears you assume that nobody would like to fight you, her body moving out of the way of the door to let it close with a dull thud and a low ring of metal. “Why do you think that? I bet tons of people would like to give you a go.” She states, somewhat amused by the fact that you wouldn’t think so.

The interior of the entrance was bare, where it still existed that is. Whatever this building was before it had suffered over the passage of time, crumbling away. Parts of the ceiling above and floor below have since crumbled away, leaving a mess of rubble around a relatively tiny clear space the only ‘entrance’ one could speak of. Across from the door, however, was a section of the rubble reinforced with scrap metal into a functioning set of stairs which led down into the basement.

After chaining the door back up and locking it once again with the key being placed back on a surprisingly convenient key hook she slides down the railing of the stairs, reaching the bottom quickly but waiting for you to join her so that she could show you through the mess that was this building.

“Stay close to me for now, it’s easier to get lost in here than you’d think.” She warned as you walked down the stairs, the sounds of fighting growing ever more noticeable the deeper you go.

“Both, really.” She explained. “This place used to be a parking structure so allot of it looks the same, especially without lights, so most people have gotten lost at some point. The key is to walk in one direction till you find a wall then to perpendicular to it till you find the center. You should be able to make it out after that.” She left off, not exactly telling you what that meant but as she leads you deeper into the complex it starts to dawn on you.

Your first sight of the club is of a small crowd of people visible in the light, though where it’s coming from you don’t know. They seem vary in age, from young adults to teens but all of them are looking in the same direction, cheering at whatever they’re watching.

It’s not until you get up to the crowd that you see where the light has come from: the entire parking structure has a giant hole in it reaching all the way up into the sky. At the brim of the hole there are lamps shining down into it illuminating the whole arena. As she pushes her way towards the front of the crowd she splits it for you, showing off the size of the club as on every level there is a new crowd, all watching from above as on the deepest level there was a pit, covered over in level concrete as opposed to the rough debris of the rest of the building.

“This place was closed down when a sinkhole made this giant hole in it. Nobody wanted to repair it so it closed down, but a little bit of concrete from a local home improvement store and a few helping hands to get it all set and it makes for a badass arena.” The elaborates, grabbing one of the various ropes which hang from the different levels, planks of wood stuck through them making for good enough ladders as she climbs up to a higher vantage point. “The view from the top is awesome, come on, I’ll show you.” She offers her hand, even though she knew you didn’t need her help.

“Hell yeah it is.” She cheered, pulling her hand back and letting you pull yourself up. Her climbing was fluid and natural, the result not of training but of familiarity, a unique flow to her movements as she swiftly moves up to the top floor, only to be greeted by a few cheers from a makeshift table set up around a column which had fallen over. Looking back over your shoulder you can see the fighters clearly, the surprisingly clean concrete reflecting the spotlight back up to create a stark silhouette of the fighters as one of them lands a good hit on the other, sending them back and tumbling to the ground.

“Hey, look who finally arrived!” One of the boys at the table called out, pulling his arm away from another who was bandaging it up. “You missed me elbow drop this one guy.” He chuckled, mimicking the motion somewhat while staying seated at the concrete table.

“Judging from how banged up your arm is that might not have been the best idea.” She teased her friend, sliding onto the simple bench used as a seat for the table, giving her friend a joking jab to the side and causing him to recoil slightly.

“So, who’s on the roster today?” She inquires, her tone a bit more serious as she leans in to her friends as they start listing off the names of people who have arrived.