Chapter 1: The Ashura

Deep down in the slums of Mistral, lies an underground fighting tournament. A place where both the rich and poor can enjoy the one thing that they secretly relish. Purgatory. While the Mistral Tournament had its rules and regulations. This underground arena held nothing back. Killing is most definitely allowed.

A match was currently in motion. During this moment, attendees watched a giant of a man was instantly defeated by a devastating roundhouse kick to his jaw.

"With his 300th win, let's give a mighty applause to The Ashura!"

A thunderous applause roared throughout the stadium. It's cheers was just as deafening as the clapping.

"ASHURA! ASHURA! ASHURA!"

The chants growing louder as the boy raised his fist up to the crowd. He had wild curly hair. He was wearing a blue sleeveless hoodie with black shorts that were baggy on the top and tight on the lower knee. His arms and legs were encased in silver gauntlets and greaves.

His mask transformed to large headphones, revealing a youthful looking boy who was no less than 16 years old with piercing gold eyes with brown skin. His name is Nicholas Bell. However his epithet due to his ruthless fighting style in the ring is know as the Ashura. A being of destruction and carnage.

"Let it be known that The Ashura and the God of War are two of the best fighters in Purgatory. After arriving 4 years ago, they took the arena by storm and have not once stopped. Not even the Invincible Girl could match these two in combat!" The announcer yelled through the mic.

'Give it a break. It's not like she'll even show up here anyway." The young fighter thought. He then left the auditorium, tired of the cheers.

"His skills are quite impressive. Honestly, to fight with such ferocity. He's definitely wasting his potential here... the both of them are."

An hour after the fight, the young man was in his luxurious condo. Courtesy of the fight money he made throughout his years in the death matches. Due to the setup in Purgatory being that every day is a battle, compared to the Mistral tournaments, making a living off of it was quite easy. So long as you kept on winning.

Nick couldn't help but reminisce about his first match. How it felt to win. If he could, he would fight forever. But he knows that one day, he could lose. Possibly even die. Nick was deep in his thoughts until a hand landed on his shoulder which bought him back to Remnant.

"Nice job on hitting the big 3 double 0 little bro!" The golden eyed boy look over to his left to see who said that. sported an under cut fade hairstyle. His red eyes beaming proudly. He also sported a sleeveless hoodie but in red. Showing off his well developed muscles. He was wearing black and red shorts that were baggy on top, but tight on the lower knee area. His name was Michael Bell. These two were brothers.

"Not that many people can achieve 300 wins and brag about it. Cause you know... most of them never reached that amount... and if they did? They're probably dead." Mike then laughed.

"Well except me. Plus I did it a shorter time. I think that's like a world record." Nick included.

"Well I guess this calls for a celebration!" Mike said with a grin.

"I say barbeque." The golden eyed teen said with a voice full of excitement.

"The very expensive kind too!" The boys couldn't help but drool over their dinner for the night.

Suddenly the two heard a knock on the door. The red eyed teen opened the door to see that it was a middle aged man with silver hair and small glasses. Wearing a coat and a scarf.

"Hello. Might you be Nicholas and Michael Bell?" The man asked, inviting himself in. Right behind him was a blonde haired middle aged woman wearing a formal shirt with a pencil skirt. She was very... voluptuous.

"Well, well? You must be a fan huh? Let me just get out my trusty marker so I give you a 'personal' autograph." The red eyed teen dug through his duffle bag, finally finding a black marker. He then walks towards the woman.

"So... which one? Left or right?" A huge grin was plastered over his face.

"What a vulgar child!" The woman was not pleased sending the teen towards the wall with some mysterious power.

"Guessing you prefer paper huh?" The teen grunted. Trying to break free from this power. But to no avail

"I would prefer if you show my assistant some respect." The silver haired man said. With a nod towards her, blonde haired woman released her power, freeing the teen from his telekinetic prison.

"Geh... ok... so who the hell are you? Mobsters? Fighters?! Cause you won't get a lien out of us." The teen was catching his breath.

"We are nothing along those lines." The silver haired man said to the teen.
"My name is Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy. And this is my assistant, Glynda Goodwitch." The man introduced himself alongside his assistant.

"Beacon Acadmy? Isn't that one of the best huntsmen academy in Remnant?"

"Indeed it is."

"So what does a prestigious headmaster want with a bunch of fighters like us huh?" Mike walked up to Ozpin. Staring the man down.

"Well... this might sound surprising to the both of you. But I would like for you two to join my academy as huntsmen."

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The silence was then broke by laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Nick can you believe what he said?! He said he wants us to be huntsmen!" Mike was laughing hysterically, while Nick continued to stare at Ozpin. Bewildered at the fact that this man is trying to coerce two boys, who barely attended combat school but to build their weapons, to attend one of top huntsman academies on Remnant.

"I wouldn't think of this as a laughing matter, Mr. Bell. I'm quite serious about the offer." Mike stopped laughing after the tone in the room shifted.

"We've been keeping an eye on you two ever since your debut matches. You two showed combat prowess that would put a seasoned huntsman to shame. Instead of using those skills to fight people... how about utilizing them to combat our true foe. With the proper guidance, you boys will become great huntsment."

"We're not interested." Nick blurted. All eyes were on him this time.

"Are you insane?! This is a chance of a lifetime for you boys. Something I think you should not waste!" Goodwitch was a bit annoyed by these two attitude towards the offer.

"Look, while this all seems like a great offer and all. We can't just give up something we've been doing for almost half a decade." Nick felt the need to say his piece about this decision.

"Plus, we have it good here. We make a living beating the shit out of people. And we make enough money to live off of for a very long time. Something I doubt being a professional 'huntsman' will do for us."

"But what happens when you lose. Or if you win a match you were not suppose to? Then it all goes down the drain or worse, you end up dying in a match." Ozpin was not smiling anymore. This time, he had a serious expression on his face.

"Then I guess that's how I go then."

"I heard a little rumor about people wanting to end your lives due to the fact that you put some of their best fighters in near death states. I can promise you this. No harm will come to you, should you enroll as my students."

Mike knew that the criminal underworld were out to get him and his brother. The numerous amount of times they turned down offers of making more money but performing underhanded deals. Sending mobsters to the hospital with numerous broken bones. That was the life they live while being fighters in Purgatory. Their popularity, while huge in the underworld, aldo caused danger to lurk around every corner they turn. For nearly five years it was the same thing. And deep down, Mike was tired of it.

But what about Nick? He knows how much he enjoyed being here. The one thing he wanted to do was get him out of a dangerous lifestyle such as this. Ozpin was offering them a chance to become kids again. But did Nick really want to stay?

"You really won't take no for an answer?"

"Well I came all the way here to invite you... so you must already know my answer." Ozpin soon had a smile on his face.

"Fine... How about we settle this with a bet?" Mike was shocked to hear what his brother said. Maybe he was reading his mind?

"A bet you say?" Ozpin placed a hand on his chin. Contemplating what type of bet the younger bell brother was planning.

"Three minutes... if neother one of us can land one strike on you in three minutes... we'll take your offer."

"And if i were to lose?"

"You and the cougar best get the hell out of here and never return."

"How dare-" Glynda was stopped as Ozpin walked up to Nick. Seeing that the younger brother was not joking on this bet. Ozpin accepted his offer.

"It's a deal. Although, it would be a shame to lose prospective hunters such as you two should I lose."

Nick couldn't help but grin. A chance to see what the headmaster have to offer in terms of combat skill.

"How will we do this? Will the both of you come at me at the same time?"

"That's too easy. We'll take turns. But only one of us have to strike you."

"It's basically a package deal. For us that is." Mike grinned. He knew what Nick was planning. Thinking that if Mike tries out the headmaster. Nick will have a better chance at beating him.

"That's fine. So let's head to a more open space." And so, the four of them walked out of the condo and outside to an open space.

"So I'll go first. Since Nick just fought, I'll give him a chance to rest." Mike stretched his arms and leg, preparing himself. He activated his weapons which look like bracelets and ankles. After pressing a button on them, a black metal started to form up to his forearms. The same metal then formed on up to his knees. Lines were on each of the limbs.

"A close range fighter huh? I can see why you made this offer." Ozpin took out a cane. Something that confused Mike.

"You sure you gonna fight with just a cane? I can easily break that you know?"

"You'd be best to not judge a weapon by appearances. It might surprise you." Ozpin gave a small smirk.

Mike got into a fighting stance. He tightened his fists as he waited for Glynda to start the match.

"This is a three minute match. Should Michael or Nicholas Bell land a strike on Ozpin, the match is over. Are you two ready?"

"Of course." Mike had a grin full of confidence.

Michael Bell(The God of War) VS Ozpin (Headmaster of Beacon Academy)

"Well then... Let the match begin!"

So that was chapter 1. This is basically a reboot. I decided to change a couple of things. Such as Nick and Mike being fighters in an underground Coliseum. I have a lot in store for them in terms of their background. Of course my other two OCs, Kevin and Torren is going to be in the story. I was contemplating whether or not to have them on the same team. But of course I will have to think about how this story will go.. Until then, positive reviews... and constructive criticism are welcome. Be on the lookout for chapter 2.