Glory's End

At some point Connor had fallen asleep, he was awoken by M shaking him.

"Hey! You awake now? You're up." M told him. She was sitting on Connor, her legs on either side of him. There was a brief silence, both stared at eachother blankly.

"Seriously. What are you trying to accomplish." Connor asked M.

"Trying to woo you. Are you feeling my charms?" M replied as she leaned closer.

"I'm feeling my patience wear thin." Connor answere as he stood up, grabbed M under her arms and moved her to the bench.

"Tch." M clicked her tongue and pouted like a child.

"Hah, at least try not to act like a child. Maybe you'd get somewhere." Connor sighed as he put his mask on and headed for the ring.

"WE ALL KNOW WHATS NEXT! ANOTHER MATCH FEATURING TONIGHT'S FAVORITE FELINE CELEBRITY, RAINBOW KITTEN! I HAVE TO SAY, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, RAINBOW KITTEN IS BY FAR MY FAVORITE FIGHTER. PROBABLY OUT OF MY ENTIRE CAREER ANNOUNCING! IRISH?"

"I DON'T KNOW, BOB. CERTAINLY HE HAS SOME SERIOUS SKILLS, BUT I HAVE A FEELING HIS STAMINA IS FAILING HIM. I'VE SEEN MANY FIGHTERS AT THEIR LIMITS, AND THE WAY HE'S WALKING TO THE STAGE, TELLS ME HE'S AT THOSE LIMITS."

"I TRUST THAT INSIGHTFUL INFORMATION THERE, IRISH. LET'S LOOK TO THE OPPONENT. FLASHY ROSE! SHE'S BEEN RISING STEADILY TO THE TOP WITH FLASHY PERFORMANCES! WHAT CAN WE LOOK FORWARD TO?"

"A HARD FIGHT."

Connor stood, facing a woman dressed a in sparkling blue cape, a red two piece, and red high heeled boots. Her mask was a rose. Her skin was fairly pale and she was very slender. Connors fear was another mishap where breasts were going to be revealed accidentally again.

"Thats... well, Flashy." Connor acknowledged. Rose lifted her hand up and pointed at Connor.

"Take your mask off." Rose demanded.

"I refuse." Connor answered.

"... What?" Rose faltered.

"I said I Refuse." Connor repeated.

"Then I'll just have to take it off myself. I wish to see the man beneath that mask. Who might he be? I'll make you mine after this match!" Rose continued.

"No thanks." Connor responded.

[Taunt Leveled Up.]

'Seriously?'

"Your words irk me boy. I'll have you know, I always get what I want." Rose growled.

"I'll decline." Connor readied himself. The bell rang, and Connor was in a wall. He was confused as all hell, and staring at a blurry Rose. Still, he did not fall. He pushed himself from the wall and stepped forward. He wobbled and dropped to his knees.

Finally, he puked blood into his mask, and air finally drew into his lungs. His vision cleared and his ears, which were ringing, finally cleared and the crowd could be heard telling him to get up. He did and the blood sloshed around inside his mask.

From what he felt, the blood came from the burst vessels in his chest. Meaning that that hit was meant to kill. His Durability skill saved him, but he doubted he could take more than three of those hits.

Connor lifted the mask a bit, and blood waterfalled down his chest, stained his pants and trickled to the ground.

"Oh, you really stood back up. You must have quite a string body. Your pain tolerance must be fairly high as well." Rose commented. Truth be told, the pain was pretty rough. After all, he was hit by the force equivalent to a speeding bullet train.

"S Rank?" Connor asked.

"Highly possible." Rose replied. It made sense if she was. He didn't see what happened, nor did anyone else. He was just in the wall once the bell rang.

"Interesting." Connor stated. He began walking forward, undeterred by the information. Rose vanished, and Connor was smacked to the side, once again, into a wall.

Connor pulled himself from the wall and again turned towards his opponent. Again, he was sent away. This repeated, many times. Connors became the symbol of Strong Willled.

[Warning! Fatigue 99%]

[Warning! HP 10%]

Connor dismissed the warnings and continued his fight.

"I admire your tenacity. But, I'm bored, so.." Rose appeared before Connor, and threw him to the ground. Rose planted her foot in the middle of Connors back and pulled both of his arms from their sockets. The lifted him up and sent him into the walls with a kick. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"For She Devil." Rose announced.

"Fair enough." Connor forced himself up, using his head and knees to do so. As soon as he was on his feet, Rose was at his throat.

"You're like a roach! Ugh, now I don't want you. I'll just kill you then." Rose spat in disgust. She began to squeeze, cutting the circulation from his brain. He felt his esophagus begin to crush, but his chance was now. He brought his knee up, covered by Dark Mana, and successfully landed a solid hit, enough to make Rose drop him and stumble back. Her Rose mask cracked and a piece fell, revealing a vibrant pink iris.

Rose flew into a rage and kicked Connor away. A referee had to run out and check on Connor, temporarily stopping the match. A verdict was quickly reached.

"FLASHY ROSE DOES IT AGAIN! SHE'S OUR FIRST FINALIST! RAINDOW KITTEN HAS MET HIS CEILING! BUT WHAT A TENACIOUS SHOW OF WILL POWER!"

Connor, had passed out after successfully landing a hit, and it wasn't due to Rose...

[Fatigue 100%]

Connor was brought to a room with a cot and a sink and laid down carefully. M rushed into the room and checked his pulse, sighing in relief when she found it. She took his mask off and placed it to the side, after she cleared the room.

She stared at Connors bloodied face for a moment, then began cleaning him up. his chest was a horrible purple color, and his arms as well. She quickly reset his arms while she cleaned. Why she went so far as to take care of him, even she hardly knew. She just wanted to.

Once Connor was cleaned, M sighed and stared down at him.

"Is there such a thing as a Male sleeping beauty?" M mumbled to herself.