I think I've figured out where to start the RP.
The announcer's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets for the final fight of the evening." Sure, the fighting ring was illegal, as was gambling in New York City, but most of the people participating weren't even human, so legal fight leagues wouldn't accept them. "Tonight a new challenger will step into the ring to take on the Tortured Titan. Give it up for Franky Cazivini."
Prometheus opened his eyes to see a very large human wearing studded gloves. Anything goes in the arena, as long as the fight was kept melee, so it was fairly common for people to bring weapons, and the Cazavinis were a fairly small crime family, so it made sense that they would send one of their own into the ring to try to win the fame and fortune that would go to anyone who could beat Prometheus. Unfortunately, studded gloves couldn't hurt him fast enough to win the fight.
A bell dinged and the Prometheus stepped forward, wearing only a track outfit with his necklace tucked safely inside it. "Come on, Franky." he said. "First shot's free."
Franky shrugged and swung at Prometheus' face. Prometheus was dazed as a tooth flew from his mouth. So he knows how to throw a punch.thought Prometheus. With my healing that won't matter.
"Looks like I'm gonna make a bit extra on this match. God teeth sell for a pretty good price."
Prometheus grinned at Franky, showing the hole where his tooth used to be, and decided to play with Franky to draw the crowd in. He let a few light jabs connect while landing a few of his own. After about a minute of this, however, Prometheus realized that his wounds weren't healing. He looked at Franky's gloves. "Stygian steel?"
"You think I'd step into the ring with one of you without it?" Franky asked.
Prometheus shrugged. True, stygian steel could weaken the powers of anyone injured with it. He would have to concentrate to heal these wounds, which meant that he couldn't fool around any more. Luckily, Franky was predictable enough for a bit of Foresight to reveal his moves just before he did them, even in Prometheus' weakened condition. After wailing on the man for over a minute Franky finally collapsed and Prometheus lifted his hands into the air. The crowd cheered, and Prometheus absorbed the admiration, noticing that this influx of Worship was enough to heal his wounds and return him to full strength.
Once the crowd died down he climbed out of the ring and made his way towards The Sorcerer's office to get his pay for the fights and patching up those fighters that got messed up too badly for first aid to be enough.
