The year is 2436. After the human race used up nearly all of the Earth's resources and polluted it to a point nearly beyond living they took to space and started space colonies. Unfortunately, only those who can afford it live in the comfort and luxury of a space colony. The rest are left on the stinking cesspit that is Earth.<br/><br/>Earth has become a deplorable place. An ever dark hell. Due to the pollution that was all left behind the world is in a perpetual state of darkness, the Sun blotted out. The difference between night and day is minimal. The air is foul and if one is not used to it, stings the lungs. All those unable to afford life in the space colony make due with what they have. A single large urban centre has emerged. Nearly all of the current population resides within the sprawling metropolis. Dilapidated skyscrapers rise up where the original city was founded, threatening to crumble at any moment. The streets are riddled with cracks and potholes, in a state of disrepair. There is no such thing as property ownership. Atleast not when it comes to shelter. Most buildings can have any number of residents in them at any time.<br/><br/>Because of these horrific conditions the people still on Earth have become hard and unforgiving. Greed runs rampant, with most people looking out for number one. A wrong look can end you up with a cracked skull... or worse. There is no law enforcement. Any attempts to police the rotting city fell apart long ago. Violence has become a common place thing and the gangster is king. Mob bosses are the closest thing to government and enforcement the city has and most people are ok with this. Atleast it provides some protection, right?<br/><br/>Through all this darkness a popular past time has arisen; something of a gladatorial style cage match. Two combatents enter and duke it out for cash. It is a no-rules type affair that can become quite gruesome. In order to win one combatant has to incapacitate the other. This does not necessarily mean death, although it is a common occurence. The combatants are not allowed anything except their own fists.<br/><br/>Why would anyone enter into such a dangerous bout? A number of reasons, but most often it is for some quick coin. People love to watch others be brutalized: it is simply human nature. This has been quite amplified by the harsh conditions of Earth. So the gangsters started to put together these matches and charge admission to watch. The winning fighter would earn a certain amount for the win. This drew<em>huge</em>crowds. The purses for winning grew to impressive numbers. The gangsters then started to develop the whole thing. The cages were put into clubs, complete with loud, pounding music, bars and strippers. The crowds flocked. A system for betting was set up. The gangsters who set up the whole thing became wealthy, even by space terms. They simply prefer the money - and the lifestlye - of this new Earth to the posh lifestyle of the colonies.<br/><br/>Of course, the money isn't the only reason. Some people just like the feeling of beating another person - or being beaten. These types can be seen once in a while. Others do it as a sort of initiation. Whatever the reason, some people think anyone who enters is crazy. But everyone watches. Everyone always watches.<br/><br/>(Well here is the prompt. I hope I have provided enough description to get something going. Feel free to ask questions if you want clarification though. A very dark, dangerous, futuristic RP. Open to everyone)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>HRRRNNGGGGGGGG<br/><br/>Garren could hear his adversary choking on his own spittle. He had left the man on his knees, clutching his throat desperately trying to catch a breath. Garren wasn't concerned with him anymore though. The man was as good as dead; Garren had shattered his windpipe. The only thing left to do was pound on the thick steel door - the only way in or out of the collosal steel cage -  signifyiny his win. The deep DUM DUM DUM of a bass heavy song was unable to drown out the racous cheering for him. Of course, the crowd would cheer for whoever won, even if they had lost a bet.<br/><br/>The door clicked as the lock was turned and opened. Garren walked out. He headed over to a couch, his large bare chest heaving from the effort of the fight. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his adversary being thrown out a side door of the club. His body would be picked up and disposed of far away from the club. Typical procedure for a death. Garren reached the couch and pulled his tight black shirt over his shaddy brown hair.<br/><br/>"You know I'm just going to take that off you later tonight, right?" The voice of a woman sitting at the couch asked. She was wearing a short black miniskirt with a brown top that covered the top half of her stomache and ended just below her breasts. Wide straps criss-crossed and covered the breasts and disappeared around the back of her neck. The showing stomache was firmed and just slightly toned. She had her short, raven black hair styled in a way that said Fuck You. Or maybe it was Fuck Me.<br/><br/>The woman uncrossed her long, sexy legs and stood up. She wrapped one arm around Garren's waste and placed the other on his chest. Garren leaned in a kissed her, "wouldn't you like that," he replied nonchalantly, then moved away from her and went over to the bar. The next bout was about to begin and there was an excited electricity in the air as people started placing and changing bets. Garren ordered himself a drink and pulled out a cigarette. The bartender gave him his drink and he left the bar and found a couch. Sure, people cheered for you when you won, but they sure forgot about you fast. No one paid him any mind anymore. The random girl from before was no where to be seen. Playing hard to get seemed to have backfired this time.<br/><br/>Garren sat on the couch and lit his cigarette. He could see the owner of the bar sitting in his VIP section, placing a bet on the new fight. It was about to begin and Garren sat back and prepared for the action.