The bear was truly a beast in the ring. Years ago he had been well known, always making a grand show of it as he toyed with his opponents. Rumor was he had grown bored with fighting and retired. But in the past month he had made a comeback. There was some talk about his reasons, but the bear never lingered too long after his fights.<br/><br/>Pristine cream white fur shone brightly under the lights of the ring. A daunting presence to most, the bear often had a hard time finding willing opponents. Standing over ten-feet tall the bear loomed over many in the club. His inky gaze never lingering long on anyone but the fools that dared get in the ring with him.<br/><br/>Tonight was sure to be a spectacle, as he had agreed to fight a tag team. The pair of wolves were cocky to say the least. A last call for bets before the ref got the match underway. The loud clang of a bell getting the attention of anyone here for the event.<br/><br/>At first it seemed the bear was off his game, the wolves managing to bloody the cream coloured giant after only 3 rounds. The wolves feeling particularly full of themselves had dared make some choice comments. This had resulted in the immediate, and effortless flight of the wolf currently in the ring, straight into the ground. The bear had bided his time, waiting for the cocky wolf to drop his guard, then made a fluid motion that simultaneously took out the wolf's legs and drove his head into the ground.<br/><br/>The wolf was stunned, his partner furious. The bear growled a deep reply (words were inaudible) to the wolves' anger, a grin on his face. The wolf currently in the ring pulled himself to his feet, wiping blood from his face on the back of his left arm. A flurry of blows landed on the bear, leaving bloody prints where the strikes had landed.<br/><br/>The bear landed a blow that sent to wolf toward his partner, who eagerly took the chance to tap himself back in. The wolves had been trying to just wear the bear down, alternating rounds. But it had become clear that just wasn't going to work, the bear used so little energy to deal with the pair of amateurs.<br/><br/>As was expected the bear had made a good show of the fight. His cream fur showing his and his opponents' blood dramatically as he was declared the winner. The pair of wolves were in terrible shape, having not had the sense to back down. They had to be carted away to be tended to.<br/><br/>The bear, Pookie as he was called, didn't linger once the fight was over. He went to collect his earnings from the fight, paying little mind to those he passed. Upon reaching the person in charge of his payment Pookie eyed them with irritation, "Do not be calling me back." he spoke in a deep voice that one could almost feel more than hear, "I do not appreciate such amateur trash." after getting his payment he made to promptly leave.