-KUWAHAWI ISLAND FITE CLUB-
The end of January was too early. Beheeyem didn't need that much time to set up. Not even he was really sure how his Fite Clubs worked - he simply rented rooms, and the odd people who came to him would do what they wished to furnish said rooms. Sometimes they barely altered them from their default "plain room with a wrestling ring" appearance, but other people seemed somehow able to make little pocket dimensions, like the wintry forest Letty Whiterock, his second-in-command, had made for her own battles. He didn't understand it, but he felt it wasn't important (though, if pressed, he's always assumed something like Big Bobby's portals were at work... but how they were able to follow him around without his knowledge even when he got a new facility baffled him).
In any case, the strangeness of his "tenants" meant that three months of preparation was about two months too many... but Beheeyem had been quite happy to change location, and was eager to see Kuwahawi for himself, quietly, peacefully, before things got chaotic in May when the Kobbers inevitably began rooting out corruption, evil, and darkness. For now, Beheeyem was just another tourist, and Fite Club was able to be set up at a quiet, leisurely pace.
What Beheeyem hadn't anticipated was that maybe he'd been around the Kobbers a little too long. Maybe their stink of attracting trouble had finally worn off on him after four years of greeting them, helping train them, and even fighting with or alongside them several times. Perhaps his joining in that time last October when Big Bobby got in trouble with a portal breach was the tipping point.
After all, how else could he explain the clearly non-native armored fellow currently swaggering into the Fite Club like he owned the place?
