The owner had been nervously keeping an eye on Nikolai and rushed over to them. He kicked the bouncer in his knee and snorted, "Move out of the fuckin' way"
The fat man's kick wasn't light and bouncer's knee buckled. He cursed, "What the fuck!"
Nikolai followed the owner down the steep stairs to the locker room. He took off the navy blue suit coat and shirt he was wearing revealing a broad chest.
His wheat colored skin was tattooed with a dragon and etched with several old jagged scars. Nikolai's abdominal muscles were tight and his waist was thin, on the bulging bicep of his right arm was a tattoo of a fierce looking falcon holding a snake in its mouth.
A formidable looking man wearing red and black boxing shorts staggered into the locker room looking disoriented.
Breathing heavily he grabbed a white towel. He coughed up a stream of blood then wiped his bleeding and swollen mouth. Sweat and blood from his eyes dripped down to his jawline. He moaned as he ran the towel over his injuries and bruised chest. The cut above his right eye was the worst and he was unable to open it.
When he wiped himself clean he tossed the dirtied towel into a bin. He squinted his blurry left eye sizing up Nikolai without speaking and took two bottles of water from a small refrigerator. He drank half the bottle and poured the rest of the cold water over his head.
The battered and bruised man didn't underestimate Nikolai when he saw the dragon tattoo and scars. It was obvious the man was part of a gang but he didn't know which one.
He opened the second bottle and gulped down the water. Afterwards, he sat on a wooden bench with his hands on his knees. This man has a dangerous aura...he might be able to win...if he can avoid the needle.
He was not reconciled to the fact he lost the match due to the opponents foul play. He spit out another mouthful of blood. His voice was strained as he cautioned Nikolai. "Be careful. That scheming prick has some dirty tricks. A needle coated with poison...his right hand."
Nikolai nodded then put his clothes in a locker.
The well lit arena was surrounded by stands filled with men eagerly awaiting the next fight. Impatient shouts echoed through the large room because the fight had been delayed. It appeared that no one was willing to step into the ring and face the imposing winner of the last match.
When the crowd was about to disperse the announcer touched his headpiece then quickly said "Stay in your seats the challenger has arrived."
He looked to the side and saw Nikolai effortlessly jump into the ring. His mouth hung open, "What the fuck!"Are you kidding me? This pretty man won't last one round.
Nikolai glanced at the extremely tall and muscular man leaning against the ropes. Envious of Nikolai's incredibly handsome appearance, the man snickered to his trainer, "I will have fun messing up his pretty face"
Looking at Nikolai he had a sarcastic smile thinking he could easily defeat this opponet.
Nikolai remained expressionless, but the man suddenly sensed an oppressive aura surrounding him.
The crowd collectively groaned, staring incredulously at the difference in height and weight between the two fighters
A drunk young man with spiked black hair wearing an ostentatious red designer tracksuit, beligerantly screamed, "What the hell! Where did you get that dandy?"
An effeminate looking man was sitting next to him. He had dyed blonde hair and was wearing a matching red track suit. With a sly smile he caressed his friend's cheek, "Darling, maybe you can fuck his pretty ass after the fight."
He rolled his eyes " Although, he might be half dead."
Nikolai nonchalantly tightened the white wrap on his hands while taking note of the two men insulting him. I will take care of this unworthy opponent then kill those two insolent little shits.
After the man in the locker room warned him of this fighter's unscrupulous methods he didn't mind the idea of beating the crap out of him.
The audience was chanting loudly for the fight to begin. At the very least they felt even if the fight wasn't entertaining they would make money.
The announcer looked at the owner of the bar with a helpless look. The fat man waved his hand and the fight began.
Nikolai's opponent aggressively lunged forward kicking towards his chest. He easily dodged the fierce kick and the man lost his balance as his foot was suspended in the air. Nikolai took note of the man's tendency to lead with his left.
I could crush the big oaf right now but I feel like avenging the man who warned me.
Before the man could stabilize himself Nikolai extended his long leg and his foot landed on the side of the man's face. Shocked at the sudden hit, the big man knew he underestimated his opponent.
He thought about using the needle but it was too soon into the fight. Frustrated because he hadn't landed any punches or kicks and it would be suspicious if the man suddenly collapsed.
The crowd came alive and started hurling insults at the big man.
Instigated by the crowd he was furious and in a rage charged at Nikolai with his fist swinging towards his face.
Nikolai grabbed the man's hand midair and twisted his wrist. The sound of bones crunching could be heard by the announcer and the big man's trainer. The announcer winced when he heard the sound and the trainer began to sweat.
He tried to get his boxer's attention to urge him to use the needle but the big man was struggling to free his hand from Nikolai's iron grip. He was shot up with drugs by his trainer so he didn't experience the extreme pain but was apprehensive. This fucking pretty bastard skills are far beyond mine!
Nikolai leaned towards the man's ear and taunted, "Admit your wrongs and I will leave you with a breath."
The big man's eyes widened in horror, staring at Nikolai's eyes filled with killing intent. He knew if he confessed that he would never be able to fight at Suli's Club again.
Crusher spit out a mouthful of blood then gritted his teeth, "Fuck you!"
Nikolai continued to twist his hand until the man was kneeling in front of him, then sneered looking down at him with disgust. He released his hand and kicked his chest.
He wanted to continue to fight and make the man suffer, it felt good to vent his frutration and anger.
Determined not to succumb to Nikolai's threat the big man staggered to his feet with his useless right hand hanging limply at his side.
His trainer waved the towel in his hand, frantically motioning to him and was ignored. The audience was getting agitated since most of them bet on the big man. The members of Crusher's gang were angry wondering where the opposing fighter came from. His moves were swift and decisive, he obviously wasn't an amateur.
One of the gang members clenched his fist and whispered to his friend, "Someone sent him here to humiliate the gang. We can't let our brother lose face. What should we do?"
"This is Crusher's third fight tonight. The pretty boy is fresh and has skills. If he wins then he will send Ice Pick to fight him next. There is no way he can beat that monster."
"Ice Pick? Will he agree? He never lowers himself to fight."
"Do you think the Boss will be happy losing a shitload on this fight? He will force Ice Pick to challenge the motherf***er."
"Hmmm..."