Title Fight [Casey]

[Pete Todd]

In the underbelly of Gotham, mob run cage fighting is huge. Criminals, vagabonds and scoundrels of all types come down to place bets and enjoy a good face-mangling. Security is pretty tight so the cops don't really bother with it anymore because its mostly harmless.

That is, until people started dying.

The current reigning champion of this little "sport" is none other than Casey Jones, the Killer Croc. Attendance doubled once people heard the Croc was in the ring tearing challengers apart. This meant big bucks for the mob and Casey himself. After being out of commission for a while, The Red Hood made it his first order of business to finally put a stop to his old nemesis.

After doing some research, Pete managed to scope out the location of the next fight. It was going to be taking place in a secret back room in the Iceberg Lounge. The Hood preferred to do things alone but even a crime fighter with his level of overconfidence knew he couldn't just smash into a room filled with Gotham's most wanted and expect to get out ok. The Hood worked with the police to coordinate an attack on the Lounge. The plan was as soon as Pete heard the bell ring to start the fight, he'd signal the SWAT Team waiting outside. Hood told the GCPD to not worrying about getting him inside; Pete had a plan.

The Iceberg Lounge was packed. People there for the fight were quietly ushered into the back room by one of the bouncers. The room itself was was dark, loud and crowded. There were chairs and tables set up surrounding a large steel cage and waiters were rushing about bringing the patrons drinks. A man sat in a chair in one corner of the cage, his body was obscured by a red boxing robe and his face was hidden by its hood. This was Croc's challenger. A man with a microphone stepped into the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemeeeeeeeen! He's mean, he's green! Introducing Gotham's very own sewer gator; Killeeeeeeer, Croc!"

The crowd went wild as Casey appeared. Under his hood, the challenger smirked. As soon as that bell rang Casey would be in for a bigger fight than he was anticipating.

[Killer Croc]

Like father like son, fighting was in his blood and his blood was cold! Money came to him in all forms but he liked to work for it, mostly in his favorite field, killing. But there was something he enjoyed at the most part and that was betting himself against the odds in a fighting match. It gave him the rush; pure muscle, pure testosterone, pure primal urge, pure fear from everyone around him that he soaked up in glory. He didn’t mind a good clean fight, although the less rules and the more primal instinct he could rip out the better.

He lavished the thought of eying up, I mean eying down an opponent, someone deemed worthy and having the opportunity to prove himself and his power. He also did it because he liked the respect, he liked being the big dog, and he liked to put fear into people. But he also did it because it reminded him of his father, and he liked that. He had fought many time and many places but this time around he found himself in a mob run fight right at home; the stakes were high and profitable.

It was now the 16th fight. Out of those Killer Croc was the champ, he sent several broken, battered and bruised opponents off the ring and nine of which never left it alive. There was blood and unimaginable gore as it was more like a pitbull fight to the death and many times it was pitbull against chihuahua. After a few easy wins and a fainter, the opponents were getting better, at least they lasted longer. He was ready for the best Gotham could toss at him.


“Give me a bane worth my time, no more lil girls pissn themselves. I want ta dig my teeth into someone deep.”


Casey was in his room preparing for the fight. His wrists were wrapped and his claws were sharp as razors, he glanced at the concrete wall which he had left major dents and scratches in and his throat rattled. He could hear the crowd as they were restless. He hated those people, most of the time he wanted to rip into the crowd, a few times he did. He hated when people called him names, when they shouted or stared at him. Anyone who gave him lip would shortly get their block knocked for a loop. But that was bad business, so the action had to stay in the cage.

“They are really alive tonight, they are calling for ya by name Crocy boy. It’s time to go out there and make it big! Full house. And just think, with all the money you are raising they will forget all about the damage you caused here. You’ll be paid in full.”

"Hah, Dam pity that hero got away, I want'd ta crush his bones!"

Yes it was true, a fight with a titan caused damage to the building and these were amends. The man taking care of all his affairs was a short Italian man named, Paul Lucci, Luc for short and he was irritating as hell. Casey turned to him, his veins bulking from under his thick shiny scales. The room reeked of sweat, ghastly BO and sewer stenches. Casey took up a bucket that was sitting along several empty ones and rose it to his mouth. Water jugged down his throat and poured down his face and body. He tossed the bucket and turned to Luc who was blabbering away about something.

“Those folks err not leavn until I cover’d um with blood tonight.” He muttered and staggered past the man.

“Ya! That’s it, Lets kick some ass!”

Casey stood there waiting the moment he would squeeze out and walk into the cage. He had a major headache already from the lights and the noise, and like always he was mad and already raging with blood lust. The announcer began and he was then motioned. The place shook at Killer Croc stomped out, loud growls and snarls came from him as he bulked forward and eyed the crowd. His jaws were wide and snapping looking at them. He paraded around for a minute showing off his sheer might. He didn’t need a mic to be heard across the room.

“That’s right, You come for a show… Meat Sacks! Well I’ll give ya one. One ya won’t forget! GRARW!” He snarled and swiped at the security men and entered the cage hands held high and claws scraping the cage making a horrible noise. In all of this he didn’t take too much notice on the other person in the cage until now, until he caught a scent that made his turn his head away from all the distraction. What was it, why did it send a signal to he brain that made his pulse raise. He pointed to the challenger.

“Ya've five seconds ta leave before ur doom is sealed little man. Because you’re not leave here cept in a body bag!”

[Pete Todd]

Croc was flirting with the crowd. Pete sneered; and people called him cocky.

That was part of the reason why Hood kind of liked fighting Croc. They were always both positive that they were going to win. On paper, Pete always had the underhand. Not so much anymore. After his "training" period in China, Hood was more capable. Today he saw himself as more than a match for Casey. As the big lug stepped into the ring, Pete grinned.

“Ya've five seconds ta leave before ur doom is sealed little man. Because you’re not leavin here cept in a body bag!” Casey growled.

The challenger stood up and his robe fell off. The crowd gasped. It was The Red Hood! The crowd went mad. People sprang up and guns were drawn.

"It's that little red asshole!" "Shoot him" "Fuckin kill him!" "Get him Croc!"

"Awwww, is that any way to talk to an old friend?" Pete cooed. He tapped the side of his helmet. "It's go time boys." Hood said into his communicator. He then turned to the crowd "Everybody run! It's the cops!" Pete screamed as he flapped his arms in mock terror. The crowd went silent in confusion.

Seconds later, the room was swarmed with SWAT Officers. It was chaos. Gangsters and cops were clashing everywhere. The room was on fire with the sound of gunshots and screaming mob-wives. Hood and Croc were still in the ring. Hood slowly drew his knife and got into fighting stance as he paced around the arena, squaring himself up with his old foe.

"While I was gone I missed my prom. You're just going to have to be my date, Croc. Let's dance."

[Killer Croc]

His large clawed finger pointed at the challenger and the door to the cage closed and was locked up tight. The scent was now prodding his memories and it all came clear to him once the robe fell off. It was the Redhood. His mind raced; confusion and surprise crowded his face, he dully looked at who seemed like Redhood, as he began to talk he sounded like him too. It couldn’t have been him, Redhood was dead, gone for months. Or was he? Croc stared blankly at him still pointing at him.

“What the hell, You can’t be the Hood! He’s fuck’n dead! What is this some kinda joke!?”

Casey yelled at him and snarled clenching his fists. Disbelief still stunned him as his eyes narrowed, but the scent he was getting was that of what was before him, The Redhood. He then sneered and started laughing. He threw his head back laughing deeply as his belly jolted and swayed. Clearly he was plumper than before, about a foot more around. He stopped and glared down at him.

“You lil shit, It is you! So back from the grave are you?! And here I was disappoint’d that It wasn’t me who did you in. Do you know how pissed I was!? But now.. it looks like you’ve come back ta give me a chance at put’n you back in the dirt!”

Casey hadn’t heard Red talk on his helmet while he was laughing it up. He began waving his arms announcing the cops. Casey took on a confused stupor on his face again. He didn’t quite understand that it was a bust until the room filled with SWAT. Now he was pissed.

“What is this SHIT!”

He watched the crowd as it was swarmed by the small army. He roared and through his arms up in the air and smashed them against the cage. He turned to Redhood and began to chuckle.

“You mighta broken up my lil party but the door is locked. No one comes in and no one goes out!”

He then chuckled at Red’s comment about prom and dancing. Boy was this a surprise, Redhood, the bust and now he was locked in a cage with Redhood. He was going to give him the beating of his life.

“Sure, we’kn dance, might even give ya a big sloppy wet kiss just cause I miss’d ya. HA.. HA.. Hope you’re ready to die again, because your ass is mine!”

[Pete Todd]

Pete had been seeing this moment in his head all week. Just him and Casey, mano-e-mano. Pete had a strategy all worked out. He was going to use this cage to his advantage. Hood chuckled as he tossed his knife between his hands.

"I like the cage! See, I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me." Pete bantered as he lunged forward with the knife, swiping at Croc's bulging stomach. Pete cringed at the nonstop feast Croc must have been having the past couple of months without Pete to stop him.

"I'm putting you on a diet! All those innocent civilians went right to your thighs, fatass." Pete joked as he took another slash at the beast's belly.

[Killer Croc]

The theme song of our fight) www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0M5D5OA-d4 )


All around, the fight roared on as the SWAT invaded like bees into a swarm of ants. The clashing of force, weapons, armor, fear and tear gas thickened the atmosphere. It all echoed around his scull but he tried to block it out, eying his target who already was getting his cockiness on in this fight. It was too much for his own good and this time he was going to realize it. He wasn’t getting off easy, not after all the crap they had been through over the years; the irritating little shitbag who poked his nose into Crocs affairs was going down.

“Sure, wuteva makes ya feel bettr about it!”

Casey’s tension grew as well as his humor towards the Redhood, he was becoming more aggravated by the moment. The bulky creature loomed, slowly rocking his weight from foot to foot, swaying his tail like a cat that was playing with a mouse. He raised his arms, taking the hits; he chuckled as Red took another slash at his belly, the thick mesh of leathery scales acted as chainmail when the blade ran against it. Not even a scratch. He’d need to get past inches of thick skin and feet of fat and a solid sheets of muscle before he could do any harm.

“An just wut you expect to do with that?! You call that a weapon? HA, More like the tooth pick I’ll be using later.”

His hand reached back and down towards his belt where he pulled a large knife. The blade itself was almost as long as Redhood, a nearly 3 1/2 inch thick cut of steel, about five foot long and almost a foot wide. It was hand shaped for effectiveness and sharpened to the perfect edge; it had saw like protrusions on the top and was wrapped in strands of leather. The knife was stained with history; scratches, scrapes, rust and blood stains. It was used for butchering people and could swing, slicing right through a line of policemen and if he was out there, he would have made quick work of the friends Red brought. He raised the knife slowly; it was extremely heavy and fit his large hand perfectly.

He glared at Red for a moment then suddenly forced the knife at him, but not in an attacking matter. The blade was thrown flat at him, offered as the new weapon he would be so boldly wielding. Casey would be humored by the way he held it of course; it was probably half his weight or more. But giving the cocky little son of a bitch a bigger gun would make him a little more confident, after all he needed a bigger ego to match the size of his opponent. Not like he could do any better with this one but it would be fun to see him attempt it.

“That is a knife! Now we are ready!”

Casey hunched down, his toenails dug into the floor, his tail went back and forth and his claws were out and ready to slash up the new look Red was sporting. He took a step then launched forward, nearly a ton of shear muscle came at Redhood.

"GGGRAAAAWRRRRR RAAARRRR!!!!"

[Pete Todd]

"For me? You shouldn't have, big guy! I feel bad cause all I brought for you was a set of handcuffs!" Pete jeered.

Pete was impressed with Croc's chivalry. He sheathed his blade and picked up Casey's "knife". In the crocodile's hands the blade might qualify as a knife; to Pete this was a great-sword. Believe it or not, Pete wasn't too bad with that type of weapon. He learned in China that the secret to wielding larger swords effectively was momentum. Pete tucked that knowledge away for later because he didn't intend to be swinging that bad boy just yet.

Red Hood took the blade and held it over his head as if he was about to cleave Killer Croc in half. Just before Croc charged, Pete let the knife slip down his back where he planted the blade into the arena floor directly behind him. Croc had fired himself at Pete while keeping his body and head low to the ground. Pete exploited this by taking his foot and quickly stomping the top of Casey's head down. The power of the stomp wouldn't be nearly enough to derail Casey but Pete used it to propel himself into the air and land on the crocodile's back. Casey would most likely be on a collision course now with the blade that Pete had planted into the ground.

Before he could be knocked off of the monster's back, Hood drew his police baton and extended it. He took the rod and put it in front of Casey's neck then grabbed the opposite end with his free hand. Red Hood dug his boot heels into the scales on Casey's back and pulled on the baton, attempting to choke his adversary.

"Yeee-haw! Giddy up, bitch!" Pete wailed from underneath his hood.

(I'm so sorry man, this is long overdue)

[Killer Croc]

A short deep chuckle as Redhood mentioned bringing him a set of handcuffs. He turned his hands up, sticking out his pinkie fingers and extended his arms towards him. In this Croc playfully expression that the sheer size of his hands would not be constrained by normal sized cuffs.

“Take me away! HA HA...”

*But now... back to the ass beating*

The platform shook and the bowed as the mountain of muscle and scales charged forward, tooth and claw straight for Redhood. The brave little knight in armor raised the sword high, ready to smite the dragon but it was too much for him to bare and it fell backwards from his grasp. Or did it? Redhood was now up over him and Casey kept going, as its hard to stop. It was too late, the knife was now behind him, echoing and vibrated back and forth as the holt of the knife had collided with his lizard eggs.

“DDoooOOOOW!”

His eyes went crisscross and he bent his knees, hunched down holding his crutch. Meanwhile the wily Redhood had landed on his back and decided to try and choke him with a baton rod. The large, snarling and groaning beast swayed back and forth. After a moment of getting choked up he took attention to Redhood who was riding him like some fair pig.

"Yeee-haw! Giddy up, bitch!"

Casey thrash and twirled around, cussing at him under his breath and then came to on complete stop. He stared forward for a moment; was he going to pass out? Casey suddenly grabbed the rod with on claw ripping it away and grabbed Red’s dome, ripping him from the back of his neck and tossed him across the cage like a ragdoll.

“You mess wif the bull …. You get the horns! And yer as red as any target ‘el get!”

He roared, stomped, snorted and his teeth were grind. Casey stormed towards him yet again but this time he leaped up with tremendous force and into a twirling canonball. The scales on his back swiped the top of the cage making a four foot long slit in it. If Red was smart he would move it…. because there was about a thousand pounds of crocodile ass about to pancake him flat!

[Pete Todd]

Nutshot. Classic.

Casey chucked Pete across the cage until he collided with the chainlink and slumped to the ground headfirst. KC was flying towards Hood now like a deadly Sonic the Hedgehog. The weight of the monster could easily crush every bone in Pete's body. He needed to move.

Pete scrambled out of the way just before Casey collided with the cage. Casey's tremendous weight would have broken through a normal cage, but Pete figured the mobster who ran the Iceberg lounge had accounted for that and made this thing out of vibranium or something. After distancing himself from KC, Pete noticed the hole he had created in the cage's ceiling had given him a new option. Pete drew his grappling gun and shot it through the tear. It wrapped around a piece of scaffolding Casey's attack had knocked loose. Pete held the taught line and grinned.

"Catch."

Pete pulled as hard as he could and solid ton of electrical equipment and scaffolding came crashing down through the roof of the cage and was headed right for Casey.

[Killer Croc]

The massive beast of scales, claws and teeth canon balled right towards his daunting rival. There was a loud smack, a building shaking rumble as Croc hit the floor, cracking it apart and rattled the cage. His eyes rolled a bit and then he rolled himself to the side to see if there was a redhood pancake under his ass. Nothing was there and he looked and felt around. He grabbed the cage to help push himself up, as he turned up and around he saw Redhood had slipped behind him. He lumbered a couple steps and then moved his neck back and forth cracking his neck, next his shoulders and then his knuckles; all giving off a horrid cracking. He stared straight down the ring at Redhood as he stretched his jaw around.


“Yer not leaving dis chicken coop without some serious damage Red. I’ll make sure of it this time!”

He snored looking towards him and then his seemed to daze off. He began to chuckle deeply. His mind ran deep into their various encounters over the years.

“HA HA. I remember all those times, all that trouble you gave me. Ya I remember it all. I almost had ya a few times, ya lil shit! But ya always seemed ta make a fool out of me every chance you got. Ya don’t play like the others. I recall that car you hit me with down the docks last year. RARW! Well tables have turned. Now, This time you’ll be the fool!”

He roared and snarled a fit, thrashing his head around and hulked up, then storming after Red.. Yet Redhood had other plans in motion. Casey stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at the hole and the hook as it was yanked. He was right under it as it all came crashing down. BAM! CRASH BOOM!

Casey opened his eyes and then started to laugh. The debris had fallen onto the cage but didn’t fall into the hole as it was too big and fell off the sides. Redhood had failed and Casey just wiped the dust and bits off of his shoulders.

“You missed. But I won’t miss!”

Casey reared his claws and took another step towards him, but then. THUNK- CRASH!!! Suddenly a heavy old fashioned stage light fell right through the rip in the cage onto Casey’s head. The box shattered instantly and there was steam coming off the top of his head from the heat of the lamp. He stood there for a mere second and then like a large tree, fell stiffly with a massive thud, face first.

Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo