The institute of fraternity row was an old one at Louisiana State University.  A place with a reputation for debauchery unmatched by most universities while at the same time producing some of the finest statesmen and business leaders of the South.  Perhaps their skills of social interaction were mastered among the hundreds of keg parties thrown each year or amidst the network of fraternity politics that dominated the campus.  Regardless, the stage of the fight was set amidst these infamous houses that provided shelter to fraternity men and sorority sisters.  Victorian homes towered up into the sky with their ancient architecture and dominating frames.  Old cypress trees swayed against the night air while the sound of party goers dominated the dark sky.  Lights from powered generators shined down on a circle outlined with plastic red cups.<br/><br/>Music blared from a generation which defined itself as lost and forsaken.  Bodies barely clothed twisted against one another while attention focused from the DJ and onto the fighter floor.  Dirt and sand mixed together to serve as the earthen floor.  A trio walked into the ring from the crowd.  Cheers reared up as they became known and noticed by young eyes and hearts.  The first to take center stage was a mountain of a man.  A sleeveless shirt stretched out over his shoulders while his gut extended from the bottom of the shirt.  Around him the ground trembled beneath the weight of him.  Two giant hands each held a can of beer, his mouth opening to guzzle down each in what seemed a single swallow.  Then without ceremony he smashed the cans to his forehead with a roar and spray of beer from his mouth.  Women swooned and men cheered at the primal display.<br/><br/>“Everyone welcome to the stage for tonight.  TWO-TON!!!  That’s right big guy let’em have it tonight!”  The voice of the DJ boomed over the speakers where music had once played.  Encouraged, the giant man with a mullet of black hair yelled at the sky before stomping around in place.<br/><br/>Beside him stepped another man.  Muscles of bronze flashed in the light.  Chiseled features worked before the crowd with stoic grace while arms that seemed made of stone wrapped around his body.  He wore only a pair of training shorts and wraps around his feet and hands.  The smile was one that could win the hearts and minds of people, which they did when he flashed them.  One hand rose upward with the sign of number one before he launched a rapid succession of kicks into the air.<br/><br/>“Next to the floor is Connect.  Oh you ladies are in for it tonight with him on station.  Guys watch your girls and ladies keep hold your friends.”<br/><br/>The final man of the trio had far more flourish.  Leg length pants flashed around his legs as he cut into a twisting spin from the crowd.  Black hair caught in the light before he went down into a split.  Hands lashed out in a claw fashion to display the hardened muscles of his chest.  Then he rolled back and leapt to his feet once more.  Sneakers worked over the floor as he continued to leap around,  rushing across the edge of the arena to touch hands with people.<br/><br/>“Oh man Ming gonna make this a night to remember.  I don’t think these noobs got anything on our team tonight guys.  Lets see if they can put up any fight at all tonight.”<br/><br/>Manny Fresh simply patted the large, Native American man on the arm before gesturing toward the figure rushing about the arena.  "Fights are already assigned big man.  Ming is your problem tonight."