He was drenched in sweat. And his hands shook furiously despite being at rest. He, at this point in time, laid on his hard bed. Starting aimlessly up at the emerald ceiling with a large smile on his face. Despite being in the emerald district he didn't get to see that much of emeralds. Confined to this shop the only emeralds he saw was within this room or the things he needed to fix. They didn't like him all that much, that is how Davy felt. The guards when they brought his food tossed it on the ground. They spoke badly about him whilst they stayed outside his room. However despite his treatment he was happy. He was fed and could drink when he wanted. All he had to do was fix their things. And this served as his own training.

'How longer can I last with such little sleep. Moving when they want, rather than when I want. Eating as a work. Enjoying while I suffer. Such a task. Such a task. Nothing else to do right now though, can't leave till winter. Might as well train this way. ' Fidel didn't speak much unless spoken to. Rather, he spoke to himself in his mind constantly. And when he did open his mouth it was mainly to bust into song.

Davy would close his eyes; his body had reach a level of calmness that he could drift away into dream land. He didn't know how much time would pass but it wasn't enough to be fully rejuvenated. A loud banging outside his room caused his eyes to jolt open. "I guess I should just not sleep." Davy would calmly say as soon after the banging stopped footsteps would be heard. He was chained to his bed since he didn't have guards inside the room with him to watch. Davy would wait patiently for them to finish and then leave the room. He was given around ten minutes before he would have to leave the room. Due to multiple guards being brought in a few things were placed within his room. One Guard brought him a meal tray. Another toilet paper, as his toilet was a hole in the corner that lead out somewhere. That hole was covered and was only unlocked when they came to wake him. Even though it was small, too small for a unscathed crawl, they doubled the security by putting a door on it.

That was the only instance guards were around Davy; when they came to unchain him, bring his food, and unlock his shitter. He never really looked at them but he kept tabs on who was who through their auras. From his understanding the rotations were simple. And the timing of someone new being brought in and someone old be taken took place on the same day, each month.  

'Always just two outside this hut. But, but, but.....why are they nervous? On edge? Hmm, something is off. But what.' Davy had nothing but his thoughts as he prepped the forge. He had a pile by the door, the one the guards were behind. He looked in it before he prepped the forge. Nothing but simple things needed to be fixed. However there were a few weapons that needed to be played with.

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"Of all the money, that e'er I had~ I've spent it innnn~ Good company〜 ♪. And all the harm~ That e'er i've done~ Alas it was to none but me〜 ♪. And all I've done~ For want of wit~ Toooo memory now~ I can't recall~ ♪. Soooo fill to me, the parting glass~ Good night~....... and joy~.... be with you all~ ♪. " In the center of the group singing was Davy. Leading them on with his glass risen high, being of his large height he looked more like a giant surrounded. Whilst others of similar height littered the bar they weren't at the center of attention like Davy. White collard shirt drenched in the front, stopping at his navel. He had been drinking for hours. Spending his Beri to fill everyone's glass and fill everyone's bellies.

This Bar, the Broken Emerald, was situated in the upper part of the Common Ground. Ever so close to the Emerald district but ever so far. Guards, Common-Folk, and even stray Nobles that wanted to experience the normal world were here. Davy was the only Pirate of such a bounty to be here. But why was he here? Because he didn't care about any of that. This place had the best piss.

He had been here for about ten hours, or all day. He didn't know nor did he care. Right now he was singing and drinking with his current friends. No matter who they were he didn't care. Who they were aligned with he didn't care. Who they hated. Who they loved. He didn't care. In his eyes they were nothing more than others that drank with him.

He was tired and would walk his happy self over to his table, needing a breather. "Phew! Ain't nothing like a good ol' song-eh."




Soon after that Davy would pass out, slipping into a drunken stupor. Hours later, or maybe it was the next day. He would awake in glistening chains. On his ankles. On his wrists. And on his throat. He was in a kneeling position as he looked down at the floor. No, it was more like that was all he was allowed to look at. He didn't have a throbbing headache someone had their hand firmly gripped on his head.

"Oi...let me go-eh." Davy wouldn't be given a verbal response rather he would have his head forced, hard, onto the ground. He felt warm, but that was just blood beginning to pool on the floor. It wasn't big wound just one that makes it seem like it was bad. Davy was a bleeder, that was all to it. "Come on man...what I do? To you? The treatment isn't necessary-eh."

"You do not speak until spoken to, Criminal. We are waiting for someone. So wait in silence, or I will get rough with you." His voice was a strange one. Like the language he was speaking wasn't his first. Davy wouldn't say anything in response. Not because he felt he couldn't take what would come. But, because he wanted to know who had him like this. That person was the one they were waiting on.

"Evil....seems to have no end. So one must be forced. But saying that is simpler than making it a reality. Pirates aren't the only problem. Nobles aren't all good. Even within this Kingdom most are consumed by greed of personal gain, same for Marines stationed here. And in the past Pirates proved to be heroes of the moment.

I understand that, clearly. I truly do. I have been spending years studying this world. And I have come to the realization that grand dreams of wiping away Evil from the world is too big.  I must start with my country that has been infested. Infested with criminals of all types. Criminals that pose as heroes.

You, Davy D. Marx. Are a grey mark though.... And since you've arrived I have had someone keeping tabs on you. As you didn't come in quiet at all. Burning a entire port. In total you've committed ten crimes since being here. Those crimes each being a death sentence under our laws. But, you've committed great deeds that'd deem you a Hero to my people. You, like other confused me. So why do you do it? Why do you commit atrocities and then..."


"I just do what I want. Nothing more, nothing less. I am just like you....a King of this world-eh." Davy interrupting the speaker almost gained him another wound. But, the one speaking would halt the one holding Davy.

As that was being said the Speaker's footsteps would be heard more clearly. Davy knew he was walking toward him. Davy however wouldn't do anything hostile as he was freed. His Observation Haki let him know there were too many around for him to live if he fought. They were strong, each one of them. 'I'd die with over half of them.' Davy would think to himself as he sit up rubbing his wrists as he look at the Man kneeling in front of him. They weren't that far apart, mere inches.


"I am no King, yet. Soon I will. But my status is of no concern. I need you to fulfill a purpose before you die, as you will die. Your crimes supersede your heroics. I looked into your crimes of the past and what all you've done in the past. You have created weapons for criminals. Not toothpicks some call swords. You crafted legitimate arms that are made to liberate. I need you to craft those for me. Also, you will be fixing other things as needed. You will be given shelter, food, and few other things that you can request. Okay?"

"Fuffuffuffuffu you are amazing. You. Didn't. Lie. Once. You call murder liberation....you see Evil right before you-eh. But, but....you want to deal with him-eh. I am a King. I am also a Devil. You deal with me you are no better than I am. Even if you don't lift a finger to harm another-eh. King, I will think about your request. And give you a answer during dinner."

"How dare you. If you won't comply, you d-"

"Very well. General William see to it that he is properly dressed for dinner. Mother won't be joining so it is fine. "


Never had Davy seen a spread this fancy. The aroma of masterly cooked food filled his nostrils, even though it wasn't even brought out yet. And the suit he wore was something else. They crafted it just prior. This was how nobility dressed and ate, it was impressive. He liked it and one day he could get used to it. The table was long, could probably sit twenty people on each side. But, Davy wanted to sit at the head of the table. Which he would. And soon, around ten minutes, the Speaker from earlier would sit at the opposite end.  A Den Den Mushi was at each end a line between the two already open. So, speaking could be done as if they were right next to each other. No need to yell down at each other.

Soon, food would be brought out in trays and place on the table. To get what you wanted you just rang a bell that was attached to each chair. 'Royals are so lazy. I love it.' is all Davy could think to himself as he dug in. No need to rush talks right now. He'd stuff his face with food he wouldn't have gotten prior to coming here. He would savor each bite. Even if it appeared he was just sending more and more food down his throat. The Guards and waiters in the room watched him in disgust. Sitting at the table with Nobility and acting in such a way was unheard of, especially when Davy was a known criminal.


Time passed as it does and they would begin their talks, Davy opening the floor first. "So, you ain't a King. Yet. So, what are you?"

"I am simply the Crown Prince. But I handle many affairs of the Kingdom with the blessing of my Mother."

"Coo, coo. So what War you want these weapons for?"

"It isn't a Wa-"

"For me to do anything. For me to not fight you guys till I die, I don't want any lies. As I will tell you none. So, what War are you fighting?"

"I am fighting a War against my enemies."

"The truth but not saying much , can't blame you. I'll make you weapons. Food and Shelter is cool. But, I want a few other things that belong to me. In the place I stayed at, you know it since you've been following me, is a chest. I want my urns. All three of them."


Davy would request a few more things but just so that he could make sure he could get his urns. Those other things requested were denied but he got those urns. And after all of that was dealt with they actually had a nice conversation about their viewpoints on the world. Speaking to each other as if they had grown up together. When in reality they both knew they'd have to each the other to reach their goals, that being a simple fact. And that leads us back to the present.



Three Dials(Reject-Axe-Flame)

"Yeah, the festival is coming up real soon. I honestly can't wait."

"I can't either. We should head in there though to tie him down for the night."

"Yup."

The Two guards would head back inside, unaware their conversation had been listened to. If Davy wasn't so fast he would've got caught eavesdropping. Today was the day Davy left, as he wanted to visit the Festival. Unlike usual he wasn't laying on the bed chained up, as he put on all but one. This didn't alert the guards immediately, and before anyone could realize anything they'd pass out. Something strange overcoming them(HAO).

The guard with the key was close and taking the key from his unconscious body was easy. After unlocking his chains he would brake the three urns he had in the room. Some in this situation would put on one of their clothes, but Davy was too big for them. In the urns he has stashed dials, which he knew he'd need to escape. He had a couple of options. Walk through the front door and make a run for it. Or try to be a bit clever. Davy would go with the latter.

One of the urns was a Dial, a Impact Dial. He'd place it on the ground and cock back his fist, and in one fluid motion would strike down at the piece of equipment. The force of his energy being transferred and stored in the device. He'd then point it toward the shitter they had for him. It wasn't big enough for him at all, he knew that. But, with his weapons he should be able to make a way out. Before he'd use his Impact dial he'd use the Axe Dial. He'd aim first at the shitter and start making a 'X' path up to the ceiling. What this did was simply put deep cracks into the rock(Davy didn't know what type it was). He'd put one of the Guards of out the room, taking a guess on how far he needed to be to be safe. Whilst he kept the other near him. He'd hold the Guy's hand along with the Reject Dial.

Reject Dials fucking hurt when used, and he wanted to lessen the damage on himself. The other two dials will be safe in his pockets and it would be time. "Ready buddy?" The guy was still out so, he couldn't really respond back. With his Observation Haki he knew he needed to move quick as others were coming this was. These two Guards didn't report in. Using the Reject Dial he'd blow a large hole into the shitter, it was deep enough to lead wherever his shit went.This cause the cracks he created would begin to grow and spread out. Without a second thought or care of what was below he'd leap into the hole. Tossing the Guard to the side, which kept the Guard in the room.

Davy would slide down the rocks, them hurting a bit. Until he just was in the air. What his shit let into was a subterranean river. If he wasn't free falling right now he'd take in how beautiful place was.  

As he thought things that came falling down in that room also came following down the hole. Some of this debris hitting him due to him not moving super fast down the hole. He didn't die though, he was too tough for that. And he landed in water so that cushioned his fall from this great height a great deal. Around a hour later he'd find a spot he can leave this place.

This underground river was used as a water source for the Emerald District, separate from the rest of the kingdom. That is what Davy believed. It made sense. If they needed to shut them self off from the rest of the Island they could. Pulling himself out of the water he would walk over to what he saw. Which was a steam powered pump station. The were multiple light sources within this area. The Pump station itself was lit up with dials and lanterns. Whilst the Water also gave off some illumination, due to the strange emeralds at the bottom of it.

Where Davy was right now was outside the Pump Station, hidden behind a cluster of Emeralds. Peering above slightly to see the place. 'Man I either go up through that place. Or just keep heading down to see if I find a entrance. But, with this place being what I think it is. I doubt access in is easy at all. Probably heavily protected. Shit, so those creatures I saw aren't just here for no reason. They are the watchers. Maybe I should reactive my haki.'

He had just cool-down on it, because he knew nothing was near him at the moment. And those creatures he spoke about were similar to turtles despite the shell being a emerald. They were larger than him and he could just sense how strong they were. And he couldn't discern if they were slow.




"So there was a collapse?"

"Y-yes, Sir. Murphy and the Prisoner were crushed...I didn't see them...but the blood. The blood came through."

"Hmm, this was Man made. Just because we put the servants down here we don't just put them in danger of a cave-in. Shit, even those above in the palace would be harmed if this place crumbed. And it was just in this shop, not even out of it. So it wasn't a large one. So, I won't write off the Prisoners death. So, begin moving this rubble to make sure we know who passed. " General William didn't like this at all. And felt they should've just executed Davy when they caught him. Now they may have a dangerous criminal at large once again.

Davy was able to get inside. But not in a way you would think. He was caught as he walked over to the pump station, but mistaken for a worker that went out for a swim. He hadn't been out for four months, no one was looking for him. And in those four months his hair grew and he did not look like his Wanted Posters that had been pulled. Everything was in his favor right now. Only if they announced him active again in the Kingdom will people be weary of him. So, all he had to do was work like the regular folk. And he would. The part that he didn't know was that there was eight hours left in their shift before this group goes up.
~Eight Hours Later~

"So, he escaped below. But what is down there....." General William's eyes would open wider in shock. He knew that during the discussion the option to have a hole, even small, shouldn't have been added. And instantly he would pull out his Den Den mushi. He would call the Prince."He has escaped! I will have them put the place on lock-down."

"No, don't bother. I expected him to do such. And this goes with the plan. Pepe should be befriending him, just clean up the mess down there and get things ready for the festival."

Only three events really mattered to Davy. Those three are the only ones that grant Emerald Status for the remainder of the festival. Meaning even criminals, albeit watched like a Hawk, will have the chance to enter the Emerald District and par take in the Feast of Emeralds. Which makes everyone that participates walk out more wealthier than before. No one really knows what goes on in there. But that is what everyone that hasn't been there thinks.

You didn't even have to win all three. As in total Four getting to go is possible. For the first event one hundred fighters fight in battle royals. Ten matches in total with ten fighters in each block. The winners of the blocks are rated by the spectators and are given a score. Whoever gets the highest score obviously wins and doesn't have to compete in the other two events. The top nine, starting with number two, get to move on to the next event. That event will be were they are tested. Again the winner of that event doesn't have to compete in the last event. And only four move on. In the last event two are able to move on. The One that was able to come out on top and someone that is able to come in second in each event prior. That has only happened twice in the games three-hundred year history where a fourth winner is made.


"I wonder what the other two events are-eh. The first is well known by everyone but the others aren't, kinda scary-eh." Davy would say to the random standing in front of him. He was with the first block that had to go out and fight in front of the people. And he was pumped to be a gladiator. Kinda was one of his dreams as a kid from the stories his Father told him about Dressrosa.

They'd begin walking through the dark tunnel and toward the light source. There wasn't any sound heard, but it was like the entire place was shaking. Davy's blood was running high just like for a Davy Back Game. And when they reached outside the roars began as the Fighters had shown themselves. A massive emerald coliseum with projectors everywhere. Close ups on fighters were plastered about. Some of the fighters smiled. Davy hit his shield with his dagger. Pumping himself up even more.

Despite thirty minutes already passing no one in the first block has buckled(been defeated). But, part of it was because of they wanted to put on a show as just beating these guys was only part of the competition, as you had to beat the winners of other blocks with your score. So, many people did flashy moves to show they are the best. Davy, in his mind, was losing the score battle. He didn't have anything that was flashy. Unless he wanted to pull out his dials, but he still didn't think that'd be enough. Right now as he fought he was thinking about how he could be flashy. Flame dial wouldn't be the best right now, he felt i-

Being deep in thought cost Davy as his shield along with dagger would be knocked to the side. He was under estimating his opponent and that angered him. If this was a real deal match without gimmicks Davy would be killed by the Angry foe. Instead he had a long sword right in his face.

"BEG FOR YOUR LIFE!" The thunderous voice of the Gladiator rang out as Davy dropped to one knee. The crowd cheering for Davy to do what he says. Other screamed for blood. Davy was starting to realize he didn't enjoy this, as he was weak. In a Davy Back Fight there wouldn't have been any talking about begging. He should've done more to try and humiliate Davy.

Activating his Observation Haki Davy would spit at the Man. It landing right in his face. Which got him cheers. It also got more people screaming for blood, a lot of blood. Davy knew where the blade was coming and as it was driven forward Davy would slightly move his head, getting cut on his cheek as he moved forward in the same motion. With his right hand he would grab the face of the Gladiator, and with his other the Man's groin. "I GET IT NOW-Eh!" In that moment he realized what he could do. And that was be like his Father. Brutal. The sound of a pop wasn't heard by those watching but with one of the Den Den mushi focusing on their fight you could see blood leaking onto the hand of Davy. And the following scream heard would be heard. It was something no one expected to see. That scream was short lived as Davy would force the Man head down and into the ground. Using all the strength he could muster to do so.

"NEXT-EH!" He was the first person to catch everyone's attention. He seized the moment and that is how you seize glory. The best thing you could do in such fights that relied on votes was to get some type of hype around you. And Davy felt he did that with that move. With his Observation Haki he could anticipate their moves but that didn't mean he'd get through this untouched, as they were around his level of physical attributes. They also all weren't small, around or even taller than the 10'00" Davy.

He'd duck then he'd move as quick as he could to the right, quickly following that he would back peddle until his back was against the emerald wall. "RELAX-EH!" Davy would say as the Man with the Axe would attempt a downward slash at a eighty-five degree angle. He wasn't to cleave Davy clean threw. His attacks had been wild and dangerous, he was like a bear. But his blind fury and strength would be his down fall. Knowing a attack was coming he had to move before his foe. His cock back left him open for a tackle from Davy. Usually just a tackle wouldn't be enough to stop someone but, Davy plunged his own face into the Man's side. Taking a deep bite into his flesh. Again a loud screech filled the coliseum. The pain caused the man to drop his weapon and grab Davy by the waist. Through his pain he lifted Davy up and then slammed him onto the ground. The power behind this power bomb would kill a normal human. But not Davy or the other Gladiators.

The Man, holding his side, would stand over Davy. Pulling Davy caused more flesh to be torn away, but he felt he had to do that move. He was still overcome with anger at Davy and would mount him. "I'm going to make you....make you pay." He'd say as he would begin to wail on Davy. Over and over again he tried to ground and pound Davy. An the crowd was loving it. However despite being on the bottom Davy kept up his guard, letting his arms absorb the painful blows.

The Gladiator was tired and this endurance test came to a end, as Davy dropped his hands. "I'll crush you skull with this one."  He would say as he would raise both his hands in the air. With this blow he could kill Davy. And with Davy having his hands out of the way there was no stopping this. That is what the Gladiator thought.  

The crowd would scream out at what they saw. The dropped Ax would be used again. Grabbed by Davy who would plunge the hilt into the open bite wound of the Gladiator. That weak area the best place for a penetration with Davy's weakened arms. With this new opening he'd buck to get the Gladiator off of him. Tossing the Man to the side and switching the positions. Now Davy had the top mount. However he wouldn't waste time. He as slammed hard and the rocks on the ground could and should be used, and he would. Picking up two and slamming them into the Man's head. Brutally attacking till he felt no life from him. It took less than thirty seconds.

'My back is bleeding....arms are reaching their limit. I'm tired. And I've only fought two. I need to keep going-eh' Davy was not unscathed. He was just trying to push past his injuries as best he could. And with others still fighting he'd try to take a breather. Looking behind him he'd see he wouldn't get that. As there was one enemy left. And unlike the others he was clad in armor. And he was looking straight evil.

'Ten meters. No openings other than his eyes, neck, and joints. I can grab my dagger over there but he doesn't seem like the type to make a mistake like the others. Armor is some type of iron or some metal, I don't know. so I ain't breaking that with my weak ass arms. I could kick but that will be a last resort. Okay, okay. I'll just use a dial.' Davy would slowly stand to his feet and reach into his pocket. Removing one dial. He'd remove a small piece he placed on it to make sure it didn't go off in his pocket. He moved without really showing what he was doing. Honestly it looked like he just pulled out a rock. With Davy standing up the Armored Gladiator began to rush. And when Davy got his weapon out he'd let that bad boy go wild. Pressing the button on the back and sending out a jet of flames outward at his foe.



People loved named techniques. Something about them gets you hyped, especially when they land. Davy began to be the one getting all the cheers now. And it was time to sell it. As he would turn to the crow to incite more cheers. However one of the monitors caught his eye. And he would see that the Man was not defeated. In fact the Man only suffered a few burns. He was out of his armor as it burned. And the cheers for Davy turned for cheers for the previous armored Gladiator.


"GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W! GENERAL W!"

"AYY! You came to fight me-eh? Don't like me that much-eh?" Davy would ask as he knew this Guy's face. He was the one holding his head on the floor that one time. Davy felt nothing by that. It was just the only thing he remembers the guy. He was just simple. But, he wouldn't say anything else after that. Those things he said were statements and any other time he spoke during the fight, as he would speak through the majority of it, he will make statements.

The guy didn't get rid of everything, just his armor. The speed he did it was fast enough to only suffer first degree burns, which was crazy.  His sword however just at the blade was on fire. And the way he held it showed that of someone who knew what he was doing. This wouldn't be a straight forward test of endurance and strength. Some true skill would be involved in this. And if Davy didn't have Observation Haki he'd probably not be able to dodge as good against W.

He began his charge once again, but he'd move quicker. Faster than Davy who would unless another stream. W avoided it by jumping into the air, barely above it. Moving forward as he did that caused him to sail toward the wind. 'The wind is coming from the tunnel to my back, from the tunnel behind me.' "TAKE THIS!" He'd attempt a downward slash with his might flaming blade. Using his observation Haki Davy would motion like before, slightly to the right side to avoid. Moving slightly out of harms way was better than creating distance after a missed strike. Sets you up for a quicker counter. Which it seemed W would be waiting for. Unlike the others he didn't swing wildly, so Davy had no reason to back slightly away constantly. Rather this was the first tie Davy had a opening, and he go at the Man's sword arm. Aiming at his elbow that was facing him. It was a tough bone but if could break the arm while it wasn't at a bend.

Before contact W will let go of the blade and perform from extremely athletic spin that would end with his foot digging into the top of Davy's dome. "I KNEW YOU'D DO THAT! WHILE YOU FOUGHT I WATCHED! PLAYED WITH THE OTHERS TO SEE YOU GET WOUND! AND UNDERSTAND HOW YOU FIGHT!" W would say as his attack would send Davy's head into the ground. Not deep but a decent sized crack was made. W wouldn't move again rather he would grab teh hilt of the sword and remove it from the ground.





The Crowd was mixed with feelings and opinions on the last to in block one. One thing was certain though this fight wasn't over at all. As Davy would slowly sway back and forth before being able to stabilize himself in a sitting position. 'Crack skull most likely. Scar up bruised back. Chip tooth. Two chipped teeth?! Hands got some feeling in them. Shit, I'm hurt.'

"I won't kill you so quickly, I would've when you first attack me with that dial. No, I will beat you for your crimes. Stop laughing. Stop talking. NOW!" W would grab the hilt of the sword and toss it behind him. It was spinning so fast most couldn't keep up with it. When it collided with the wall it dug deep into it. In that time it spun Davy got up from his position quick, assuming the position of a wrestler and tackling W's waist. "Predictable! Try to trick me then go for a sneak attack. But who would've though you knew wrestling. Anyone else would've got slammed, but your arms are too weak. And you aren't the only one that knows haki. Tch! Don't worry I won't take you out quick!" W would declare as he would force Davy down to the ground and quickly proceeding right after to hop back twice, assuming a boxing(south-paw) stance upon the second bounce ending.

'Boxer. No, kick boxer.' Davy had to think and speak at the same time. It was the only way to get over something quickly. And he also had to make sure his score was high. Davy would get into a boxing stance as well, mocking that of W. Once his stance was taken, he'd begin to motion forward. It was more like he was gliding but rather it was just his footwork. To show that he knew a bit about what he was doing. Getting within his range Davy would try to double tap with a jab. But, upon the travel of his first jab back W would motion quickly forward. His reach just a little shorter than Davy's. He'd deliver a devastating body blow to the side of Davy. A left hook would follow directly to the face whilst a right to the chin would be next. To prevent Davy from falling another straight would go center mass to Davy's face. Another punch would only cause Davy to go further back, so with his left W will grab on to Davy's left hand and pull him forward. Right into another punch into his gut. The Gut blows would come in a series of five. Before W would have to let go of Davy. Davy during his hit lean in close to bite the ear of W, ripping it away.

"You keep talking....even though you are beat. You just keep fucking talking." Davy would begin to shake and he'd himself would begin to emit heat. There wasn't a long charge as he felt a quick version would be enough to land a devastating hit. It landed but W didn't see anything. Blood and his ear being spit into his face. However his attack would be able to land, it hit something. And Davy would be pushed back, around ten meters.

The crowd went wild seeing Davy take the punch and W delivering it. The crow being split down the middle. This was the best fight most of them had ever seen.

"STOP FUCKING TALKING!" W would say as he'd rush forward, this time his fist was cocked back. This blow would decided the winner.


End of the Test of Strength.....


"Wow, folks! JUST WOW! We had some amazing fights over the years but these tonight took the cake. And we have the result for the top ten. With first place MATA R. GRINGER!!!! Second place GOLUIO TUIO! AND WITH THIRD PLACE DAVY D. JONES!.....he would continue on till he got to number ten. After that the speaker den den mushi would be hung up. And a show, a carnival, would be held for the remainder of the night. As the next event won't be held till next week. Right now all winners were sent to the Emerald District.

He was, at this moment, in the infirmary. Three days had passed and he was just now waking up. He was in the room alone, only those with special permission were allowed to see the fighters before the next event. in Davy's eyes it was more of a cell. But, he was fine with just getting third place. Playing around like he did almost cost him his life, but he was glad he did. He grew from it. And could use what he developed during that fight.

The door would creak open. It doing so even with the gentleness touch. The Prince would make his way in, with all his guards waiting outside the room. Royalty was in the house. They met each other with a smile, as they weren't enemies right now.

"Masterful."

"Nah, I messed up a bit-eh."

"What were you saying to him?"

"Well, I played at his weakness for you. I got he was really devoted to you when we first met-eh. So, I taunted him as I figured him out. He was pretty strong-eh. Minimizing the damage from his blows honestly was impossible, I had to take each one till the end-eh. And if I didn't have my dials I don't think i would've won-eh."

Davy's last fight was a weird one. As when W yelled out at him to stop talking down about the Prince he grew more and more angry. Causing a wildness and predictability to his moves. If he kept his cool no matter how hard it got he would've won instead of Davy. Instead he hit a dial twice. Davy gave up his arm for the attack but that was better than you life. Shit, Davy' arm would heal up by the end of this month anyway. SO he won.

Davy didn't know who the other winners were, nor the second events detail. However Davy wasn't the only one in the dark. Only those in charge knew what was going on. How things worked in the past is that  no one knew what the Endurance test was to be. And those that won were the only ones seen again. This alone is what made not many wish to challenge the events at all. That they'd have the chance of not making it out alive. And it was understood the first event had death, but that didn't mean that was guaranteed if you lose. A Gladiator could spare everyone he defeats. Or kill them like Davy did.

But, Davy didn't disagree with them not wanting to jump into such a hidden fate. And if they saw what the gas they pumped into this underground battlefield did to the body. It aged it, aggressively. Though they may be one age their entire physiologically ages. The drug known as SLUG. Davy himself didn't know about the origin of the name, but he knew of this stuff. It was no longer produced for a few months now. The Maker and Distributor was said to be killed, that was the rumor. Taken out by some veteran crew scorned by the drug. However with drugs not everyone can reacts how they should. And on rare occasions something awful happens. As the mind of some will also begin to aged. They'd rather have this effect but it seemed certain things had to be exposed to before you'd get that result. Those, things being random in nature. But back to Davy. As his body kept its overall peak. But there was a wildness to it all.


Currently, they were on wave thirty. All remaining fighters would be placed in a constant war. Up until the last event, which was a few weeks apart. These waves came in a random grouping. Varying with the potential enemies the kingdom could have. A uprising of almost all races was the smallest but toughest. They never came out straightforward. Only time that'd happen was when the hordes came.

"Look at that Davy guy....lost it. The whole point of this is to band together to best our foes until the end. Those that didn't realize this and thought of it as a another competition to score points already dwindled the numbers going on. Except Davy....due to how he has started to fight. Anything that comes near him just....ends up like the rats. Eaten and devoured."


"Eaten and devour in your context....is the same thing. Why repeat yourself?"

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( X Year Timeskip)

He drugged me at the dinner is what Davy knew. Everything, for years, was a veil in thine eyes. Davy lost everything and gave it to another; and ate scraps in comparison to my Ship's worth. This was the Curse of Calypso; something told about on Dead Sea Scrolls. I've finally killed my brain cells as they gave me the Stars and Moon during my stay in seastone is something Davy knew. As reality truly is setting in past the run-ons. Contrast of the past set in fast and common blur for Davy D. Marx. The poison wasn't supposed to kill it was designed for all Prisoners that came to this unknown place to Davy. Everything truly was new past the Dinner, as Davy was hungry.

Davy closed his eyes and listened to everything, and began to breathe. There was nothing in this moment by the very air to hold him over so he tasted it. Breathing deeply into him nose and out of his mouth, but then began to grit his teeth. He had killed his youthful imagination through many things, becoming a young man. So his grin showed fangs, and he'd open his eyes. Not knowing what he looked like but saw what was around him from the start. Drenched in sweat and grim, both hands grasping emerald tools. The equipment is forced into his flesh, growing into him. Looking around there are entire people turned to emerald, just three. A cycle placed on Davy after he ate Dinner with the Prince.

It was a small workspace, shelter three meters in length, underground. Stopping it is just under the very city, like a rat Davy lives. Emerald blocks him from the surface but it is infused with something else. Davy hears how the cracking around him makes the holes around more and more cramped. A fear of others creeping into his hunger instead of heart. Davy was losing himself just as quickly as he gained it, but he snapped himself back. Snapped back to knowing he was Davy D. Marx. That was enough to propel and pivot himself in a new direction. Faith in hearing all he was blessed to hear came to only people like Davy D. Marx, nothing else mattered. You could be made of Emerald or live like this. That is what Davy was coming to understanding, as the emotional hiccup left. He knew the job his body had to slave to be Golden in Emerald Chains. Anubis set for only a few things but Davy D. Marx was Osiris.

"I hear too much, but no one is talking to me, but Calypso. The Son has Sung to all things, till She is found. For years I have built this City for nothing but prosperity. Due to my crimes. But I will commit more." Davy broke the spell, but it came back in songs. He was not allowed to speak, not like that with such a heart rate. As they tested him, day in and day out. Just like all of Prisoners in the Emerald Hell. They could live forever if they were healthy enough when thrown under the City. It has what makes Heaven on Earth possible. Davy. D Marx was paying more tribute to a place not even on the Island. But like all Islands everything made them different, something was there for a reason.