The first rule......

[Bartantalus]

The thunderous roar of voices was almost deafening as the pandaren monk made his way past the enchanted doorway, A brutish orc guard watched as he strode up to the shabby table. The room was large, lined with stands, though most of the spectators lined the ring or leaned upon boxes, cheering and egging the current combatants on. Bartalomu strode up to the rings edge and glanced upon the action. The current combatants were a priest veiled in shadow and a Goblin riding a ogre. The priest seemed to be faring badly, as most do in a straight up fight.


Turning his head away from the action he addressed the book-men or the fights. "Put me in, i want some teeth for my collection!" The orc grinned widely at him and said. "Its yer first night, ye aint got a choice" motinoing to the pile of bruised and broken fighters to his left.
"If you think I will end up like them, you are sorely mistaken my friend" said Bart. "Heh, they all say that, hope you last longer then them." Bartalomu eagerly took his place in the arena where his mane was called "Welcome to the locker meat! Bruce is gonna eat fine tonight!."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaand now ladies and gentlemen, the part of tonight you have all looked forward to, the MEAT BUFFET! First newcomer up is the furry black guy over there, yes you the pandaren with the fat round belly! Not like we aint seen one of those ey guys?"
The crowd roared with laughter, bartalomu ignored them focusing only on the trapdoor in-front of him. Fist in front of him he readied himself for the glory of honorable combat.