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The channels to get signed up for the tournament run through the trix Shadowlands. Initially there is no location given. A day later Jericho and Slide each get a text from the organizer stating that this evening he would have to fight. A picture of the opponent is given— being the opposing shadowrunner. The location is prompted on a mapsoft with a time. If the blip on the map is correct, it is on a street in South Sunrise.

Slide finds his way to the Warrens, spending the earlier part of the day at FSI and stretching and exercising lightly. When the time is ready, he makes his way to the street on South Sunrise. Looking around for any sign of the people promoting this fight, or his opponent.

Jericho, meanwhile, has been training hard for this encounter with his tried and true, steady regimen of cigarettes and booze. Making his way into the all-too-familiar territory of the Warrens, Jericho casually approaches a corner on South Sunrise, a freshly-lit cigarette hanging from his lip. He keeps his presence non-descript, keeping an eye out for his first (of probably a few) fight of the day. "Alright, you wanker," he grumbles to himself, "Where are you…"

As you arrive to the scene through the frayed urban landscane, it is what you might expect from a contested Warrens street. It teems with people with a sense of danger that is in the air. Some places are more concentrated than others. One particular density of fallen humanity focuses on a point in the street and creates a cell-like membrane around it. The people there are loud, screaming various obscenity towards the center of this circle.

Slide slowly makes his way closer to the scene, moving through the crowd. He does his best to stay out of any direct confrontations with the spectators, he isnt here to fight for free. His chips are set to his martial arts soft at the moment, and finally he reaches the edge of the center, so he can get a view of whats going on at the moment.

At the same time, Jericho is shouldering his way into the center of the circle, as well. Looking down at the picture of Slide, he snickers to himself, finally getting a chance to run into a fellow associate of the mafia. He arches an eyebrow at a particular unsavory fellow before pushing his way in, the cig still dangling from his mouth. Some might see this as cocky — clearly, this man sees this as a way to kill an hour or two.

Slide makes his way to the edge of the center, his gaze sweeping over the crowd until he spots the person he was given a photo of. He nods to Jericho as he spots him on the other side of the open area, waiting to see what the other man will do first.

Grinning, Jericho acknowledges Slide with a nod of his own before removing his snakeskin duster and tossing it to the floor beside him. "Hey," he says, taking one last drag off his cigarette before crushing it underneath his heel, "I like what you do, I really do. But don't take this punch-up personal, alright, mate?" He scans the crowd around him and gives Slide a wink before moving forward…

Slide smiles and steps forward into the clearing, though he does not remove his coat "Nothing personal about this at all." he stops a few steps before reaching you, and goes into a defensive stance.

Slide remains in his defensive combat stance, all he does is turn a hand and gesture for Jericho to come at him.

The "Union Jackal" smirks at Slide's gesture of confidence and rolls his eyes. "Okay then, mate," Jericho says as he approaches, "Say hello to the stars for me…"

Faster then he can blink, Jericho's calculated right cross gets instantly deflected away from a visibly focused Slide.

Slide deflects the initial blow easily, his face is farely relaxed, but his body is moving as if a tightly coiled spring is unleashed, he steps even closer to Jericho, bringing his right elbow up rapidly to hit him aside the head and stagger him back slightly.

Its amazing what a cyber enhanced speed individual can do in 3 seconds. Slide turns as the elbow staggers Jericho back slightly, his right foot lifts off the ground and spins around with an amazing speed to impact at the opposite side of Jerichos head, the impact sends the man reeling back…..

Well, at least he can say he didn't chicken out? If he could actually muster the brain activity to laugh, he would, 'cause there's nothing better in the world to Price than taking a loss like a man. Today, he saw the benefit of cyberware, that's clear — but Jericho Price is a proud man. And, slowly slipping into unconsciousness, the last thing Jericho feels after hitting the ground like a sack of shit… is encouragement. "Gotta love the family," he thinks to himself, "They hit like fuckin' trucks…"

Slide steps back, his hands still up in a defensive posture, he holds this for a few more seconds, looking down at Jericho. After it seems apparent that the man is not getting up, his posture relaxes and he looks around at the crowd. He doesn't raise his hands or signal victory somehow, he just turns and starts to walk away.

The crowd goes silent for a moment. Then there are a few that jump up and down with thier bet 'Woohoo!' they exclaim, before getting punched in the gut or face by the people that just lost some cred. Like a breeze, the group slowly begins to disperse as the fight is over. A single person in white goes to pull Jericho out of the way and check for vitals— must be part of the entry fee to prevent complete and utter death.

A few seconds of this go by before another text comes in to Slide: Congradulations. You advance to the next fight.

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