The SITA bus arrives near the Coliseum. There, Chain Reaction is tossed off and on to the hard ground. Using the sun as a natural alarm, Chain's eyes spread open as he sees a flock of birds flapping around the area. Jay pulls himself to his feet and stares at his surroundings in an effort to realize where he is - and then it comes to him - the fight spot.
Chain Reaction: What the **** is this kind of ****...
Nodding his head, Jay walks through the front gates to the Coliseum. He watches on as the battle between Aurora and Omega comes to a halt. One of the contenders are crowned the winner as Chain walks away from sight of the battleground. Arriving in the catacombs of the Coliseum, where the wrasslers and representatives are to prepare, Chain kneels down.
Italian Officer: Just so you know, anything that happens in there is all on you.
Chain Reaction: Who the **** are you to talk to me? Did I tell you that you could speak to me?
Italian Officer: No need to waste all of your energy on arguing with me. But Dr Kiebler signed a mass amount of waivers before sending all of you Bar Room Brawl reps here. Just letting you know, man... calm down.
Chain Reaction: And why the **** would I care? And why are you still talking to me? As a matter of fact, don't ****ing answer that. The question is rhetorical. Just... don't speak to me and I won't slit your throat.
The officer gives Chain the middle finger as he walks away from the area. Nodding his head, Jay removes a vile from his pocket and pours the contents on a nearby table. Using a straw also removed, he puts one end to his nose and the other to the powder.
Chain Reaction: Cocaine... man's best ****ing friend.
Snorting what was there, Marco falls back and leans against the framework of the stares in the catacombs. A slight nosebleed draws his attention away from the knife wound given to him prior to arriving at the Coliseum.
Chain Reaction: Man... I'm getting too ****ing old for this ****...
Coming back to retrieve Jay Marco for the fight that will begin soon, the Italian officer glances at the table (which still has some of the powdery substance on it) and then at the self proclaimed God.
Italian Officer: Do you see what happens when you do these kind of things? Come on... it is almost time to fight.