Talk:Book One Chapter 1: Never to late/@comment-33246279-20171007060931/@comment-26320007-20171008014100

In the corners of the Industrial District of Republic City



Deep within the dark corners of the Industrial District lies a warehouse. This warehouse, to some, may just be an ordinary place of business. Large burly man can be seen working different types of machinary. Moving boxes here and there placing them inside of regular commercial trucks to be delivered out to the masses. To the ignorant individual this would seem like an legitimate business, well, for the most part it is.

Happy Hogan's Paint Company, was the name of the warehouse. Happy Hogan sold paint from this side of Republic City to all over the four nations. Hogan gave back to the community and even opened an apartment building on the lower Eastside. Some people saw Hogan as the poster boy of the ghetto community in Republic City. However, others saw Hogan in a entirely different light. You see, some people think that Happy Hogan's Paint Company, is really a front for his multi-million dollar drug corperation that he runs through the nations. Some even go as far as to say that he distributes drugs through his paint boxes. All accusations were never proven however. But, if someone was to go snooping around the warehouse, past the trucks, paints, workers, and so forth; they would find a door in the back of the warehouse.



Behind this door were some stairs going down a poorly lit hallway. Now, if this curious soul continued down this path the smell of blood and sweat would slowly start to creep up their nostrils. Traveling deeper down the rabbit hole, the sounds of drums being beaten at a fast rhythmic pace. The faint cheering of a possible crowd could also be heard coming closer towards the end point of these stairs. Finally once you've reached the end of the stairs there is another door blocking your path forward. Alongside the door is a crudely lit lightbulb. The light from the bulb poorly makes out a sign latched onto the door which reads ,Tatakai.

Finally comes the decision whether you should continue on and open the door readying yourself for whatever lies beyond. For the courageous few who do, they are met by the loud cheering and musically beats played on drums. Another sound also lies inside of the concert of noise is the sound of fire blowing violently and rocks colliding with different surfaces. Finally making it to your curious destination, one would find an underground fighting ring for benders. People from all over Republic City come and gather their bets on which bender will meet an ugly fate at the hands of another. Standing on the sidelines was none other than Happy Hogan himself. The large 6 foot 8 man stood there wearing his black pinestripped suit. His body mass was build up of an combination of fat and muscle, the fat playing the major role here. Hogan had two insanely attractive females that stood next to him curling up to his arms. Hogan stared at the match that was going on in the middle of the crude room. There had to be about a hundred people here watching the fight between a firebender and an earthbender.



The firebender was the young Lawan Lek or, Torch, when he's in the ring. Lawan was dodging boulders left and right shifting his body to the right allowing a rock to fly past his head barely missing him. His opponent was the earthbender, Boto, a big brawly stacked man standing at about 6 ft 6 and 240 lbs of raw muscles. His body statue was way bigger than Lawan's lean physic. Lawan was using his two dual broadswords in this fight. Using them as an extention of himself and his bending ability. Allowing his fire to heat up at an super rate, he was able to melt through the rock with each slash of his blades. Although Boto's bending was admirable Lawan was still keeping u



p with the huge bender.

Boto saw that there was no break in Lawan's defensives which drove the bender furious. Lawan watched as the rocks started to seize, this however was only for a second. Boto started to break apart the very ground underneath the two bender's feet. Simutaniously Boto started throwing hundreds of rocks and boulders at Lawan. To a weak and unexperienced fighter this may seemed like certain win for Boto, but Lawan wasn't unexperienced by a long shot. His eyes moved quickly as he scanned his current situation and just like that he was in motion. Moving in and out of the rocks and various boulders. The second that one seemed to be making its way directly for Lawan, the crowd held they breath. Suddenly he jumped, leaping high landing on the rock and again pushing his legs off into a higher leap straight for Boto! The young bender held both of his blades together almost like he was building the fire within his body. Holding both blades in an x formation Lawan extended his arms with as much force in his body as possible. Doing this let out a raging wall of fire that seemed to take the shape of an X, which crashed down to Boto's body before he was even able to bend anymore. The flames clashed upon Boto's flesh burning through his clothing instantly, the burning flames ate through his skin as if it was paper.

The blood curling screams of the large man was heard throughout the quiet room. Everyone stood there in shock as Lawan landing back on his feet using his bending ablity to form fire under his body like a propeller. Sheathing his blades Lawan looked at Boto. The man dropped to the ground a burnt lifeless body. The crowd instantly cheered then the voice of Happy Hogan himself roared over the loud crowd.

Hogan: TORCH WITH ANOTHER VICTIM! TELL US KID, HOW DO YOU ALWAYS COME OUT ON TOP?

Lawan looked at the man with a mug on his face before sighing a bit.

Lawan: Give me my money Hogan.

Hogan: Of course kid, good fight, check in next week.

After getting his pay Lawan left the arena immediantly walking out of the warehouse through the back. The young bender continued walking down towards downtown Republic City.