"Bane! Bane! Matalo! Matalo!!, Bane! Bane!!, Matalo! Matalo!, Si Matalo Matalo!." The interns and cellmates at Blackgate of Hispanic origin chanted as the visage of the man they cheered kept punching the metahuman with stone form.

Bane is a massive, hulking figure known for his strength and imposing presence, towering the average men, as well as having a fit muscle, abs, ribs, biceps, wearing a black sleeveless skin tight attire, boots, gloves and most importantly a mask that reminisced of that of Luchador's, with the difference that had red lenses and a hose on the back of the head with the neon glowing dose of venom.

As the other cellmate tried to fightback, Bane simply stepped aside and delivered a bone breaking punch that made his adversary gasp and wince. limping to a corner the rest of interns pushed the poor guy back into the makeshift ring.

"Si Mata! , Mata , Matalo! Matalo! Bane!! Bane!." The chants continued into a maddening compass.

"Let's give them what they want." Bane muttered as the metahuman tried one last ditch attempt, only to be grappled by Bane's massive hand's. "You forget, who you are fighting amigo....you see.. I am not a luchador.. I am.." Bane narrowed his eyes with a cool, spine chilling tone. "The man." He gripped the back of the neck and belt of the rock like metahuman. "That Broke." The meta human tried to get free from the hold. "The Bat!!" He slammed him against his knee. breaking and shattering the metahuman into pieces, the crowd roared at Bane.

Bane basked in the maddening chant, as the cell gate opened for Bane to exit the ring.