Every ninety years for exactly two years. After that the wait begins once more. You all know the story though, the history behind the tale. What you don’t know is that its true, oh its absolutely and completely true. How could you know though, it isn’t as if anyone is alive to give their first account on what happened the last time. The only thing anyone has to go off of is stories written down in books that are either first-hand accounts or tales told by word of mouth and we all know just how reliable that is. Which is why this time it’s different, this time we have cameras to capture the entire thing. To make sure that everyone knows just what really happened. Or at least that’s the plan, one can never be too sure what will really happen.<br/><br/>A sly smile crossed the face of a usually very well dressed man sitting on the end of his bed, running a hand through his messy jet black hair as if trying to style it. He had just recently woken up, never mind that it was eight o’clock in the evening. This was usually when he woke up half the time anyway as the night life was a hell of a time to be alive in this day and age. Speaking of which he had somewhere to be in two hours and if he planned on getting there on time he’d have to leave soon. Standing up he raised an eyebrow at the way the bed shifted, only then noticing the body of a young woman laying down on it seemingly asleep and the memories of the previous night came rushing back. Chuckling his rubbed his blood red eyes and opened the door calling out to one of his guards to come and clean up the mess.<br/><br/>That done he closed the door and into the bathroom he went. A nice relaxing hot shower to wake him up, and about an hour later he was ready to roll dressed in the finest suit he owned. A nice shiny black suit jacket, matching pants and shoes, a whitish almost silver like undershirt a black tie and silver cufflinks in the shape of a cross. The irony was not lost on him. Sliding into his car he signaled for the driver to leave and take off to the show. Tonight was supposed to be a good night filled with action, singing, boxing, and drinking and he was running it all. It may have been the Prohibition Era but that didn’t stop people like him from getting a good drink and sharing them with everyone who was anyone.<br/><br/>The fun was taking place at an old casino that had been shut down at the start of the Prohibition but after paying off the mayor and the commissioner he and a couple others were able to get the place all good looking and new. It was the most talked about speakeasy in New York but the cops didn’t do anything about it. Mostly because they couldn’t. It had the usual entrance where you’d have to give the password that changed every night, and opened into a smaller room where you’d be checked for weapons or police badges; unless you were on the list. After you’d be led out of the room and into the main event. A big open room with a boxing ring in the center of it. A few feet off to the left side there was a stage with all sorts of instruments set up and to the right of the ring there was a bar. All around the huge room there was of course tables to sit back and relax. Or to dance on and around.<br/><br/>He was fashionably late of course one always had to be if they wanted to make an entrance and he obviously did. Walking up to the center of the boxing ring, after saying his mandatory helloes to all those that mattered he took the mic and after getting the music players to calm down got everyone’s attention.<span style="color: purple">“Welcome one and all, I am so glad you could join me tonight. A night that I am most sure you all have been waiting for. I hope you have enjoyed yourselves so far and that the music and drinks were up to standards.”</span>He paused waiting for the responses, then when it calmed down slightly continued.<span style="color: purple">“However I do believe it is high time for the boxing match you have all been waiting for. If you would all welcome a certain someone to the center stage.”</span>The screams came once more as a young man, barely older than eighteen walked up through the crowds. He had long sort of shaggy brown hair, was currently shirtless and my did the ladies notice, he had baby blue eyes and had leather boxing gloves on his hands.<span style="color: purple">“I give you Nike!”</span>The suited man roared<span style="color: purple">“If any here thinks they can last two minutes with our God of Victory let him come forward now.”</span>The shadows seemed to dance as the host spoke his words like honey. And when Erebus spoke everyone listened.