Due to recent incidents, Rocco has become much more aware of the world. He wondered about other unnatural things that humans could possess. Things of the nature akin to Devil Fruits. Rocco was still at a base level when it came to what Devil Fruits were, and how many of them was in the world. He knew not of whether or not the abilities it gave to the eater was different. Rocco was honestly captivated but such a phenomenon. In all actuality Rocco really wanted to study Devil Fruits, almost as much as he wanted to fight. Of course nothing eclipsed the rush Rocco gets when duking it out with another living being. He also loved it when that being was stronger than him. So whether or not he lost he would still be able to get something out of that fight.

Speaking of fighting, Rocco was getting bored and was starting to craving one. A real bloody fight. Rocco began to smirk. Just the thought of such a thing made Rocco's blood rush. But where could this lowly fighter get a good and hard fight? Walking around the business district, albeit in the shade. Rocco heard that he was now a wanted man, which kinda of put a smile on his face to know that people out there was looking for him. But it almost somewhat restricted his moments. It's like he couldn't be carefree and walk in the sun anymore. Well not until he got stronger. In any case Rocco would slide from wall to wall, only going out into the sun when there was a crowd. So it wouldn't be easy to spot him. Basking in the sun whenever he got the chance.

Rocco would swipe things like Apples and jugs of water whenever he got the chance. It was hard constantly moving like he was. And while Rocco could do this all day, he was going to eventually get tired and this would leave him in a bad situation. Mainly because if he actually finds someone he wants to fight, then he wouldn't be able to due to his lack to energy in that moment. But while Rocco was going around stealing and having an usual fun time he heard something that would definitely spark some interest out of him. It was these two punk looking guys, one with a green skull tattoo on his forehead while the other was wrapped from head to toe in bandages. They didn't seem like contributing member to society, and while Rocco wasn't either he wasn't someone who would go out their way just to cause a disturbance. until it was for a fight. The thought that just ran through Rocco's head caused to to shrug as he noticed the small amounts of hypocrisy that within it.

The two men would dip back into an alleyway. Obviously Rocco had to follow them to hear more of this place that they interestingly named "The Blood Ring". Using his speed Rocco would grasp the back of the head of the skull tattoo guy and would smash his head against the wall, it seemed to knock him out, Rocco wasn't one for checking up on people but he didn't move after the action but was still breathing. So Rocco just assumed he was just out of it. Looking towards the wrapped up man though Rocco would smirk. "Why don't you tell your good friend Roccy about this Blood Ring?"

The wrapped up guy didn't quiver in fear, he didn't attempt to run or anything which struck Rocco as unusual. As if anyone regular person someone hit unconscious like the guy was in front of them, then they would show some kind of emotion, right? Then that meant this guy was obviously not normal. The man's nose was probably the most pronounce thing on his body. It shook, almost like how a dog would sniff to gather information or something. Rocco would tilt his head in confusion, causing the guy to chuckle a bit. His voice was deep and gruff like a guy that has been through some shit. "You seriously want to know where you want to die?" He would cross his arms before tilting his head up and down, sizing up Rocco. Watching this though Rocco would get chills. Not chill from fear but from uncomfortablilty.

"Boy, if I tell you where this place is, are you sure you will come though? You don't seem like the type of guy to go to events like this. A pure of heart type of guy?" Rocco would laugh. Was this mysterious person joking? Pure of heart? Well thinking about it Rocco might of been somewhat of a nice guy. But that's as far as it went. As Vulgar and violent as Rocco was, it was impossible for him to but even remotely close to pure. Maybe this guy was talking about Rocco's chastity, after all Rocco was a.....ENOUGH of that. Rocco had to stop himself. Rocco was committed to martial arts. He had no time for little things like a significant other. Back to the situation. "First off, fuck you. Second off, Fuck you. Third off, I am damn sure i'm not pure. And i'm also damn sure I could kick your ass."

The man would laugh "I like your spunk kid. He would dig in his cloths and would would pull out a card and would toss it on the floor. "If you aren't there, i'm going to make sure to find you and kill you alright?" Laughing he would run out of the alleyway and would jump onto the roof of a building soon out of Rocco's field of vision. "Fuckin' weirdo" Rocco would walk over the body, making sure not to wake up sleeping not so beauty, and would pick up the card. He would read the address and would smile, he was going to have the fight of his life tonight! It was going to be a fun ass night. Rocco would put the card in his pocket. Looking up he would climb the walls to get a better sense of where the sun was. He would notice that it was around the time where he would nap. So Rocco would squat himself on the floor where it was the least dirty and would doze off.

Rocco would awake tot he sound of a bottle shattering on the floor. Looking to his right he would notice two guys gettig into a fight, which would remind him. Rocco's smile would grow to the point where it would be from cheek to cheek. It was fight night, and Rocco was going to get into some trouble. He would get himself up, the sleep he had wasn't the greatest but it was better than nothing. Rocco would touch his toes and would spin his upper body to crack his back. "Welp, off to it then" Rocco would say as he would head towards the place that was on the card. Rocco would pull it out and would check again. It said to look for a bar with a hole in the wall above the sign. And after walking around for a few minutes Rocco would find this bar. But something was off, there was barely anyone inside. It was most likely the wrong place. So Rocco would take a look on the card one more time. Noticing that it says to tell the bartender "I want to die tonight." Which made Rocco snicker a little.

But he did was the card said and told the bar tender that he wanted to die. After looking down at his glass he would tap on the desk four time and soon the wall would open up, and distinctly Rocco could hear the yells of various people. Hoe many people it was Rocco had no clue of though. Rocco would look back at the bar tender before he would go through the door in the wall. It was soon shut behind him, signalling Rocco that there was no going back now. He was lock and loaded and was going to be stuck there for a while. It mattered not to Rocco though, he was going to have fun regardless. So whether or not he was stuck he was going to be temporary, it was going to turn into these people being stuck in here with Rocco. It took Rocco some time before he reached the bottom and it was much different down here than it was up there. First off the yelling was much louder than it was up here. Which made sense as even from high up Rocco was he could still hear their screaming. Rocco would look around, and all he could see was buff guys and other people that looked like they only came out at night.

Once again it mattered not to Rocco though. They all could get their faces pounded in. Rocco was confident in his speed. His strength would follow soon, but with enough hits, anyone can fall. All that mattered was whether or not Rocco could keep up his stamina. Fighting was all situational, but it was up to the fighter to decide what situation it would be. And Rocco was all about making his own decisions. Rocco would find a seat at an empty table. Most of the people down here was watching the current fight. Which from Rocco's position looked like a really fat dude and a midget trading blows with each other. Which to Rocco made no sense as the fat guy could just fall on the guy and it would be over. But maybe he tried that already and the midget got out the way and was about to land some good hits on him. Maybe that was the reason he wasn't doing that now. Or maybe it could be he had that thought at the beginning but wanted to tire the little guy out before going to the finishing move.

While Rocco was watching from afar, someone familiar would sit down at his table. "Glad you showed up boy. Was worried I would have to kill you myself." Rocco would scoff "Yourself? What you think there is someone here that ca actually beat me?" The wrapped up guy would laugh. "Yeah, and I know that because I own this place. So i've seen this dude fight before. So I have no doubt about him crushing you like the young pup you are." Rocco would roll his eyes. But taking what the guy said seriously Rocco would look around the room once more to check to see who this dude was talking about, and the only guy that remotely seemed like he had any chance beating Rocco was this really swole guy in the corner, that was surrounded with a couple girls. Maybe he was a regular here and earned a name for himself? Rocco had no clue it was just first time here. "Hey, how about you go up there and throw some hands?" Rocco would smirk as the crowd would cheer as the last fight ended. The fat guy won, seems like he tired out the guy enough to just sit on him. Rocco would wait for this guy to roll out the ring before jumping in himself. The lone fighter would await for his first fight.

The wasn't close to being tired. They wanted to see more blood! And Rocco just hearing these people would start to get hyped up. It was just something about a crowd of people cheering around you that gets you amped-up. It gets the heart pumping and the hair on your body to stand. But soon Rocco would steady his gaze to the sight of a guy with extra long arms....Rocco is starting to see more and more unordinary people on this island. Rocco wondered if this place was some sort of magnet for weird people or was it just a coincidence that all these kinds of people were here. Or who knows this could just be the regular and Rocco just hasn't been on the island long enough to understand.

He had red boxing gloves on with red shorts and a black vest on. He had a weird face though. One eye was squinted but there didn't seem to be an injuries on his face. Maybe it was an injury from fighting? This made Rocco smile. This means this guy was experienced in fighting. This wasn't going to be some regular ol guy that just starting boxing. This guy's fat upper lip and pony tail would mean nothing to Rocco though. They provided no insight to the guy's capabilities. But the guy did seem to spit alot. Like too much. Which is why the crowd didn't like him. Booing has heard as they could just at the sight of him. When it was finally time to fight, Wrapped boss would hop into the ring and announce the fight. It would be Rocco vs Long Armed Larry.

"Quite the name you got there." The man would only glare at Rocco. Like he was some sort of prey. This almost pissed Rocco off. The last thing he needs is some side character treating him like prey. It was about time Rocco taught this fucko a lesson. Rocco would ready himself, jumping up and down, getting the blood flowing. After a minute the bell would finally ring. There wouldn't be able movement. Only the stare between the two fighters. After 5 seconds Rocco would make his move bolting towards him and aiming to knee him right in the nose. But to Rocco's surprise the guy reacted quite well. Juking to the right casing Rocco to land on the ropes.

Of course he would flip off and would be fine but the thing to notice here was that first off, he could track Rocco and second off, he was fast enough to react to it as well. So Rocco's hunch on him being experienced was indeed the truth. But how experienced was he? Rocco wanted to study his opponent more, so he wasn't going to just finish him off right here. It's been awhile since Rocco had a legitimate opponent and ending things here would be no fun, for Rocco and for the crowd watching. The man would begin to sway. Before lunging at Rocco, and of course he would react accordingly. The way he came at Rocco was the unusual thing. He seemed to swing his arms like maces. Was this a martial art of some sort?