Xavier P. O. V
Loud cheering and thumping of fists on the metal walls making the surface of the ring tremble with motion. My breathing is heavy, as blood is pouring out of my jaw.
With every passing second cheering for my name is continuously increasing, inflicting a sharp pain in my skull. I opened my eyes to look at the crowd gathered in the ring before turning to my opponent who was grinning at his masterwork. He is certain I have no strength left to jump on my feet now, but is it true?
Hell no! I gush in a deep breath before getting a firm grip of the metal wires wall and jumping back to my feet. My opponent growled in frustration before coming running towards me with his full speed to knock me out.
Seriously? I will be damned if I give him an opening this time. I caught his arm as he was about to throw a punch on my face and whirl him with all the strength I had left in me. Seriously, he wasn't expecting it, his bad then. He lost footing and fell on the surface as his arm turned around to his back with a loud crack sound for everyone to hear. He gritted his teeth, stopping a scream to leave his system as struggling to break free. I used all my weight to pin him down. He wiggled to get out of my death grip but failed though.
I left the ring, bathing in my sweet. Not bothered by the audience cheering my victory rhymes. Crab fucker did certainly punch my jaw out, it hurt like hell but I kept my emotionless mask on, can't let anyone see as I trained to do so.
"Good job man! Folk are crazy for you. Well done!... Here is today's cut." Anthony bumped my shoulder proudly and handed me what I earned from today's fight. I nodded slightly and left for the changing room. They allocated me as one of the best fighters of their club and some facilities come in handy with tags.
I took a shower to remove sweat and blood from my body. Letting the cold water stumble over my head to calm the effect of adrenaline after a good fight.
You may have guessed till now but in case you don't. I'm a ring fighter who fights for money. This is a temporary job though, more like a way to get to my real destination for which I'm determined.
I pulled out my duffle bag from my allotted locker and left my room to hit the gym. The whole property is owned by the fight clue. This huge building contains a private bar, lodges, a restaurant, several rings, and last but not least a private gym for fighters.
Before I reach the gym entrance two dark shadows block my way. Two men, bouncer frames who were dressed in all black apparel and also having their shades on as some kind of action movie co-actors.
"What do you want, mate?" My voice was low but you can't underestimate the threat involved in it. They both glaring hard at me for liking my way of talking Huh? Like I care less.
"Easy, easy there boys." A person made his presence behind me, ordered his dogs to keep their teeth in their pockets.
The man in front of me was not more than 25 but from the look of his all dark attire and way of carrying himself, I pretty much had a good idea what he could do.
"And who are you?" I question my brow. His dogs chuckled as I cracked a million dollars joke, ridiculous.
"If you guys are finished, leave my way. " I snapped, annoyed by this intervention. Both black dogs in front of me growled at me. I smirk before adding, "Or you want me to start my workout with you pussies."
"Ray! Hold your horses. You two will get a lot of chances to kill each other in the future. First get back to work, if you are not willing to keep the boss waiting any longer." All the colors flew from both of their faces hearing mention of their boss. I found it interesting and it raised the peck of curiosity in me, to meet this person.
"Xavier, you have to come with us. Our boss is wishing for a visit with you." the 3rd man requested. I nodded and turned to follow the guy in the dark corridors to meet this infamous boss of theirs.
We reached a room, which was in the VIP section of the club. One of them opened the door for me to enter, followed by only one guy. I am aware of this situation pretty much but let them play their cards.
There are plush sitting arrangements in the one end of the room near the minibar. A man who also wears all black clothing was sitting with his legs folded on one another. Giving the vibes of the leader of these dogs. Surrounded by 4 other guys who escorted me here, and in front of him stood the owner of Fight Club where I work as a fighter.
"Welcome! Xavier, right?" The big boss gestured to me to take a drink which I denied. The fact he knows my name doesn't fancy me, obviously, he must have known my data.
"And I'm still wondering who you could be?" I mused, causing the owner of the club's eyes to shoot out of his sockets.
The man laughed, before introducing himself. "I'm Kyle. The right-hand man of the Kings."
Okay. That explains all this black clothing and shady acts. Kings are the most dangerous gang who almost runs more than 3 halves of the city. Nobody dares to cross them or ends up losing their lives or in short, everything.
I nodded before asked the question punching my walls in my mind, "Mind tell what I did to get the honor of getting a personal show from the Right hand of the famous 'Mafia Queen' " unlike other gangs this one is recently taken over by a female who earned the title of 'Evil Mafia Queen' in the less than a month after the death of Evan King, their previous boss.
Despite answering the question I asked, he commented, "I saw your fight, that one was pretty rough Huh?" he released chuckles before continuing, " Ro said you never lose any fight and the best they have." He indicated towards the club owner, Ro, who was grinning like being nominated for an award.
I didn't utter a word and let his words fall in vain. He glared at me for a second before ordering Ro. "I'm expecting him to be at headquarters on Monday."
'You have no idea what I got man,' I snicker as eyeing the sea of black retreating.
Kyle turned towards me smrinking, "I am looking forward to what all you got boy. Until then, train all you need to face her tasks, good luck." with this Kyle and his dogs left on his trail.