As Bloodhound got close and was like few feet's away, a roar exploded. It was coming from the Excavator. His eyes now bloodshot, his roar reverberating. Looking at the Bloodhound, the Excavator shoot moving towards him with so much speed, the veins on his hand all popped out, his fist tightened and finally. They collided with something.
There was a pause, people holding their breath. The two fighters locked in a stance moving or shaking. The Excavator's hand outstretched while that of Bloodhound held it in place.
Bloodhound looking at the old man's bloodshot eyes. His stern face softening, his hands loosening his grip.
He let the old man go and drop to the floor. Watching the Excavator pant and try to catch his breath. Bloodhound started walking away from him.
"Where are you going?" The Excavator asked panting.
"You're in no condition to continue" came the reply from Bloodhound.
The old man now smiled.
"You are kind though; in such a cruel world they are good people. That is good to know"
The old man started rising, his bones now visibly shaking.
"It is okay to finish what we started, because at least now I know that I did try but it didn't work out" the old man said as he smiled.
"It's alright to finish me up, if you don't the people will feel cheated. So, give them the show they deserve" the old man said.
Bloodhound standing away still for a moment, then stood in front of the old.
"I am sorry about this" bloodhound spoke.
With that his fist crashed into the old man spinning and knocking the old man out.
The ring announcer started counting, waiting for the man to get up. But till he was done the old man didn't lift even a finger.
Later on, some men came in to drag the Excavator out and Bloodhound was declared the winner.
After that match the mood within the den became livelier as people with different fighting styles came and fought. With cheers erupting every now and then. Sometimes with the special guests standing to give an ovation.
As this was happening a man came through to tap Kyle on the shoulder.
"Are you the Cleaver?" the man asked.
"Yes, I am" Kyle replied.
"You are to fight in the next round, so be ready"
After having said that the man left. Watching him leave Kyle saw him going towards another man who was bulky and hefty in size. The man turned and looked at Kyle then released a sinister smile.
Another obstacle I have to bring down Kyle muttered.
Kyle then started heading towards the counter where best where being placed and he decided to place one on his match.
It seemed that the odds where actually against most likely because he was not a seasoned fighter like the other candidates. Placing his bet, Kyle then left to place which seemed to act as the dressing room.
As he was passing through the room, in one of the corners was Bloodhound sitting there. He was flexing his muscles as he began untying his hands ready to leave.
It seems he hand been paid was told he had no fight for the night and so there was no need to stay. As Kyle was walking past heading in to change. Bloodhound stopped doing what he was doing and looked Kyle up and down.
Using his eyes to scrutinize him. Before he got back to what he was doing. Kyle didn't seem to care as he got in and started changing. Putting on a short and wrapping his fist with a cloth. Taking the deep breaths, he could hear the ring announcer voice taking to the people. He got up and walked out of the room heading towards the arena. As he got closer he could hear the announcers voice more clearly.
"This next match is one like never before, a match that will be filled with action and wit. A fresh blood versus an old timer. The challenger a man from the streets of Raccoon ridge. A man who made a name for himself by killing a group of men single handedly. A man whose personality is ice it's self I give you the Cleaver"
Hearing Kyle's name the ground just cheered a bit as much was not known about him. Only those in the gangs could have heard his name. Or if you are a resident of Raccoon ridge but beyond the shores of Raccoon ridge his name doesn't hold much weight.
"And his opponent a man known for his ruthlessness. A man who has killed and always wants to kill. He has participated in thirty fights. Lost one, six were nulled and has won the remaining he won with a land slide. Fifteen out of the twenty-three lead to the death of his opponents. I give you the man, the being with his hands dripping of blood. I give you the Boar"
"Boar, boar, boar" the crowd roared as a hefty man was walking towards the center of the den. His steps heavy, his breath heavy. It was if with every step he took the ground shook and tilted towards him. And everyone wanting to fall. The crowd kept roaring and chanting the name Boar as he walked and headed towards the ring.
As he stepped it and the ring got closed. He raised his hand and tightened his fist and immediately the crowd kept shot.
The only sound that could be heard in the den was the sound of his breathing. Kyle kept looking at his opponent and sizing him. From his head to his toe. The man's fist was big, it was large enough to cover Kyle's head. He had a large body mass.
'Those fist of his are large, they are big enough to crush my head. He doesn't look like one who can move around easily and so most likely he relies on body mass and strength. Waiting for his opponents to attack, grabbing them and using that opportunity to attack' Kyle thought.
Walking cautiously ahead, Kyle's eyes were looked on the Boar.
"Let's get it over with" Kyle said.