The UK Champion, Steve, versus the Son of Sparda, Dante.

The vicinity is an empty ring surrounded by ropes that found themselves stretching in horizontal lines, fastened to posts at the furthest edge of a white box. The box lifted slightly from the ground natural to its construction in this dark and dead room.Lights came on that focused on one of the nearby hallways that lead to this room, accompanied on both sides by several rows of stands were people would sit to watch their entertainment. There was no mistaking this place, this was clearly an arena for sparring, and one participant was already on his way. A large white hooded robe with markings of the United Kingdom flag in various places among the garment covered this man from head to toe. This hooded figure approached the ring in slow, but steady paces. There was no need to rush if his sparring partner had not shown up, after all. The man imagined the roar of the audience as they would witness their homecoming king, knowing whom he was just by the appearance of his robe. Focusing his senses to the other side of the ring, he could hear faint yet visible sounds of a man also preparing for the bought. At least he had shown up, which is more than the hooded man could say about others he had challenged in the past. Was he a feared fighter? No. Respected as a warrior? Perhaps.

Finally, he had caught up with the small set of portable stairs that led to the ring. He stood looking on for a moment before removing the garment with a wave of his hand, casting it behind him in a smooth fashion. His appearance obviously marked him as a European man if one could look past the markings of the European flag on his former attire. Now, he stood with a red pair of boxing gloves and shorts striped in colors referencing his flag, it became clear he loved his country. Slicked back blonde hair kept from intruding into his vision, giving him a clear advantage during fights and sparring alike, but also making him look a bit unique as well. Muscles rippled from his chest, down his arms, and down his legs, he looked the part of a very powerful adversary in the ring. The large, muscular man pumped his right fist into the air after closing his eyes in thought, still imagining the cheers of men and women alike as he prepared for this fight. But this time, he wasn't doing this for entertainment, he was doing this because it was a once in a lifetime chance: a chance to face off against a famous fellow. That famous fellow was named Dante.

The man then opened his eyes and flipped a switch on the edge of the stage. Lights flicked on above as chord, of course outside of the ring, that stretched to the ceiling were now rendered visible as rays of light cast down upon a white flat board of easily reflected material. One right leg found itself above the lowest of the ropes, allowing his right arm to grip the middle of the three that marked the walls of this ring, and lift them upward. Finally, his whole form slipped through this self-improvised 'hole in the wall', now requiring him to take his position on a specific corner destined for him to sit in. One chair at one corner, and opposite to that another chair, meaning his opponent would have to sit there for this match. The man sat down in this silver chair that belonged to him, grabbed a towel held in a box positioned to the right of the chair, and wrapped it around the back of his neck. Of course, his opponent had one of these boxes as well, and each box held a spare pair of boxing gloves, four bottles of water, and one towel for wiping the sweat from your brow, knowing well that anybody would need it since the building had low air conditioning which only made things harder for the fighters. He leaned back, all he had to do now was wait for his opponent to step through and present himself before the ring.

It wasn't long before, standing at the opposing entrance that led to the ring, was...... A demon. With a nervous glance, Steve was prepared to get up out of his chair and make for the exit, before he noticed the somewhat familiar voice of the demon. It spoke without hostility whatsoever, so what was it doing here? That's when Steve realized whom he was dealing with. Dante was a half-demon, of course. It would only make sense that Dante could also turn into his demon form at will. Steve let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and thanking himself for picking this Demon out of all the other, more ruthless kinds of villains.

The demon introduced himself as the one and only son of sparda, confirming Steve Fox's ideals about this demon being the man himself. Steve had hoped he would get to fight a worthy opponent such as this fellow here, but to fight him in his demonic form, with all of its power.... Was like Christmas! A smile stretched far across the British man's face as he realized he was going to fight this man. Most others would be rather nervous, boxing with something possibly far stronger than they were. But this man was only excited, he then stood from his chair and closed his eyes. Turning his back towards his opponent, he lifted both his gloved hands to his face in a sort of habit he would perform before a fight.

"A demon man, eh? Well blow me over! Blessed be these fists, mate. So let's have a good ol' one, shall we? Since there ain't a bell around here, I'll just start off with a good one-two."

The British man had opened his mouth and spoken with terms a British man would use. His head lifted from looking down with eyes closed, now turning back to face his opponent. Hues opened from behind closed eyelids, blue colors staring down the opposing man on the opposite side of the ring. Steve kept his fists raised, now moving them to what would be his fighting pose, with the left and right elbows held in an acute angle, with the fists angled somewhat towards the cheeks rather than the center of the body. One would think this left him open, and they would be correct, but this also allowed him to transition from one of his signature 'stances' very quickly, and soon afterward punishment would follow.

"Come on, mate, pick up the pace! I haven't got all day to wait for you, you know."

Steve let out a laugh at Dante's mentioning of him being the Easter bunny. Steve tried to imagine the monstrous fellow with bunny ears, but couldn't do so without laughing harder than before. That was before he was pulled towards Dante. He realized that even though he himself was a pretty big fellow for a Human, Dante still towered over him as if he was nothing. Most people would pull out in a situation such as this, but Steve laughed once more. He enjoyed the chance for a challenge, even when he faced Hwoarang, that one kid that had a pretty swell grip on Tae-Kwon-Do. That fight was interrupted by the Mishima Zaibatsu, which both of them effortlessly defeated in a matter of moments. There ain't no military man alive that can take on the UK Champ! And now Steve was ready to prove the same to a large Demon!

He nodded to Dante, making sure they both understood the meaning of a fair fight. He noticed the funny looking markings on the man's arms, with which he could make no comment about considering he himself had a funny looking mark on his left arm as well. It looked sort of like flames crawling down the side of his arm until it reached the end of his wrist. This was an abnormally large scar, so what could have made something this big? Even Steve didn't have the answer. But he DID know what had caused it. Steve watched Dante with both hands crossed over his chest, the Demon man claiming he was ready to go before performing a backflip. Somebody this agile, and that tall? Steve could almost hear his heart screaming at him to make this the greatest fight of his lifetime! So in turn, he raised his fists close to his face but keeping them a nice distance from, bending at the knees as he leaned forward a bit. This was his usual stance. The knees bent made him quicker, his body being bent forward a little made him harder to hit, and made things easier to avoid. And his fists close to his face made things easier to parry, maybe even reverse: an option he would rather avoid doing given the circumstance that this man may well be much more stronger than Steve. He simply claimed there was nothing to worry about, as Steve's best right jab could exceed the top speed of a Ferrari's acceleration!


He imagined the sounds of a bell tolling to his left, meaning it was time to fight. But of course he would allow the Devil Hunter some time to prepare himself, as a sucker punch wasn't quite in Steve's style. Made things too easy, maybe he'd even hurt someone! Boxing was a sport for entertainment for viewers, and a challenge for contenders. And what a challenge this would be! Steve then considered bringing a camera, but that would involve him skipping out for a bit. And since he was wearing nothing but his boxing trunks and boxing gloves, he didn't have one on him either. He brushed the thought away in dismay, the only one's who would remember this day was him and the other guy.


Steve rushed forth with his hands closer to his face than before, a smile broadening on his face during this small dash. His back arched as he he appeared to be ducking, his left fist descending from his face in the motion of an arc. It's right angel becoming a ninety degree angle at the elbow before becoming obtuse, he brought it straight upward towards the Demon's gut, a rather soft jab which he could follow up with a smash, and because his stance hadn't changed much, he could still maneuver about as well. If the Demon suffered this hit, it would place Steve on the offensive even if for a moment, which he would use to circle to the Demon man's blind spot and apply additional pressure with whatever specific side he circled to. If he went right, he would use his right arm, if he went left, he would use his left arm. Of course if he planned on adding more jabs, he would use the opposite arm for the side he stepped to. If he wished to win this, he would need to stay on the offensive. God only knows how hard he would get a thrashing if the Demon man were to attack. Maybe he would shoot lasers from his eyes or something?.... Nah, the Demon seemed pretty adament on making this a fair fight.