Arachno: The Blazing Spider.

The Ring

   "TORA!!" Jackson yelled. I took one headphone off my ear and glanced behind me. I was met with a cubby face with freckles and circle glasses looking down at me as I laid on my side. Obviously irritated that I couldn't hear him over my music. Smoke exited my mouth as I spoke, a blunt hanging out my mouth.

   "Hm, what Jacki?" I asked, also irritated that I was being bothered on my downtime. Taking another hit of the pre-roll I stole during one of my bagging missions.

   "Well uh...it's the Boss. He's back." He said, adjusting his glasses as he spoke. I grin and slowly got up, stretching myself out. Ever since I joined the Trample Troops, they've had me do work for them. Due to how young I was, I wasn't able to do alot of work the others can't, so they just have me steal some thing from time to time. The stealing was thrilling, but there was one thing I enjoyed the most about this place. It's fight night.

   "Is that so? Good, bout damn time. Pissing me off with all this waiting." I grab my kickboxing gloves from my dresser next to my mattress and began to walk out my room door, walking past Jackson.

  "Think you can win this time? You nearly died your last fight, regardless if you did win." He said, following me out. I looked back at him and my grin widened.

   "I might not with this time, but I'll give them one hell of a show!" I responded, cracking my knuckles. Taking another hit from the blunt and handing it to him, along with the case.

   "Hold this for me." I said. He took it and look at me for a second before putting it away in his back pocket.

   "Aren't you too young for weed...?" He said, looking concerned. I scoffed at him and shake my head.

   "Unless you know something about me I don't, then don't worry about me, and mind your damn business." I answered sternly. We made our down the stairs of the old appartment building. It was a two story building that was built around a pool area with a glass roof over it. The massive empty pool area is were the magic happens.

   I kicked open the lobby door and saw him. A nine foot tall, bulky man. His dark silver hair sleeked back. He wore a tuxedo, indicating he just got back from his trip. He stepped away from the welcome crowd of goons, and smiled as he saw me. "Ah, Tora. I'm surprised your still kicking Kid.
How ya been?"

   He aksed. Taking off his golden watch and handing it to one of the goons. For safe keeping. I walked towards him as I finally exhaled, the smoke exiting from the corners of my mouth as I spoke. "They've been keeping me busy. I had a small break before you got here." I responded, slowly walking towards him, popping my neck. He crossed his arms and laughed.

   "Good to know they aren't over working you, Kid." His heavy voice echoed throughout the building. He looked around and nodded his head.

   "This place is coming along nicely, you're doing good." He praised. The Trample Troopers decides to use this old hotel as base of operation, using me to help with renovation. The building itself was built on the outskirts of town. I stood in front of him and looked up, grinning. He smirked backed and looked down.

   "Alright, everyone. Let's get ready for a good show tonight!" He hollered,  patting my head as he walked past me and towards his office.

   "Oh, and Tora!" He stopped and looked back at me. I turned and faced him.

   "Come see me after the fight. My office." He said. His tone was serious. I wondered if I did something wrong. Or mybe I left evidence again. Either or, I shrugged it off and went to get ready.

   A few hours went by and it was finally my turn in the ring. Fight night works like a tournament. Hand to hand combat, unless we decide to switch it up and use wepons. It only had one rule. No killing.