April 29, 1992 1:47 AM
Los Angeles, California
The crowd hushed as defending champion Chandra entered the ring. Chandra was reknowned for her cutthroat violence and incredible speed. The only non-Brujah to have held the belt in recent memory, this Ravnos elder was on the Camarilla's most wanted list, having been most recently blood hunted by the Justicar Benedict.
She wore the belt, which was shining like a beacon in the night. All eyes were on it, knowing that the winner of this fight would end up wearing it in just a short while.
Her opponet was a Brujah from Cleveland reknowned for his silence. Xerxes was his name and he looked like a punk biker. Shaved head, tatoos and multiple facial piercings made him appear very intimidating. He had stomped his way through his five prior fights, taking no bleeding and having a relatively easy heat, only being seriously challenged by Bellamy, who had put up an incredible performance for such a young vampire.
There were no insults in this fight. Chandra smirked and just rubbed off an imaginary spot on her belt. Xerxes let out a grunt.
And it started. A flurry of movement, and it was over.
Chandra stood over a heavily bleeding Xerxes, who was on his hands and knees, blood gushing from a cut in his neck that wouldn't heal. Slowly, but surely, he slumped to the floor.
Several of his people rushed to his aid as Chandra smiled that horrible smile.
"The winner and still the belt holder: Chandra!"