#reputation.

@99soren

about a year earlier...

He had seen him around a couple of times. As one of the hosts and main fighters, Amir’s bound to recognize those who start becoming regulars. Most of the times a lot of newcomers get in the ring thinking it’s all just child’s play, that you’d just throw a couple of punches and be done with it. Unfortunately for them, the Underdome isn’t just for rough housing. Those overconfident little people often end their first visit squirming on the floor, they’re lucky if they still keep their teeth and nose in one piece. So when someone survives this and actually returns for more, they’re worth the attention. 

After watching him throw a clean uppercut to another newbie, Amir started to ask around. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the man or anything. Had it been any other day, the fighter would have made his way to the other instantly after the fight, but the glint of the golden eye had him second guess his nature. If that man was actually a Proto, he wouldn’t just fight to win, he’d fight to death. 

Much to his displeasure, the man turned out to be a human. A tattoo artist to be precise, well known in the underground for his talent with the ink and his brazen attitude in the ring. Now that his illusions had been broken Amir didn’t have that much desire to fight the man has he had before. It wouldn’t be as thrilling and even though the bionic eye could prove a challenge, he knew that he would still win. He was the Styx after all and he made sure all his opponents knew that before they’re crawling off with what was left of their dignity.

Still a sudden idea struck him at the thought of his name. The man was a tattoo artist, maybe he could get a tattoo for free. He had been toying with the idea for a while, a large trident that went from his neck to his tail bone. Finely detailed at the top, sharp enough to look like it would cut if anyone were to touch him. It was perfect in his mind and now he had a chance to get it. All he needed to do was to convince the stranger into the ring with him. 

Approaching the man after his fight ended, Amir claps loudly to get his attention while wearing his signature taunting smirk. 

“Nicely done there, couldn’t have done it better myself.” He offers his hand in courtesy.