Savage Crown II

36. Thirty-Six

Callum

Declan came in barging into the room again a few hours later, "Wake up !" he yelled." It's showtime brother!" What the fuck are you talking about Declan?" I asked. "You my dear brother are the star of the show tonight " he said as he clicked a button on the wall behind me that made the hook that held me up slowly Start to lower to the floors ." listen closely because I'm only going to tell you once" he said as he came and stood before me in a gray slim suit. "You will not get any weapons in this fight. If you live, you got lucky and I'll keep you alive til the next match. If you die I couldn't care less. Each Round is thirteen minutes long and one of you has to die or else you both will when the bell rings ." he grinned as the door behind me opened again.

"- The great Callum Clarke in an underground fight ring. Life couldn't be more sweeter than this "

A big bulky guard stood next to Declan,"you sure he can fight boss? You stabbed him in his legs and the attendees for tonight will want their money's worth for tonight's fight. " "I know my brother Saul, if we want our guests to have a good show this is a must. Drag him out to the ring. The shows about to start. "

"You got it boss" Saul said. "Oh and Saul, before you drag him out of this room blindfold him. The less he knows about the layout the better. " Declan added.

"Does knocking him out count?" Saul asked with a sly smirk. "Knock yourself out just get him out there now" Declan shrugged. Saul pulled his arm back in front of me and landed a punch right on my head causing me to lose consciousness. Only to be awaked with a splash of Ice cold water on my face dead center of the ring. Everyone around me was behind a the protection of the steel cage I was in like a fucking animal trapped in a cage. Everyone here wore masks to hide their identity but could easily tell by some of their tattoos or missing limbs and rings that they were all part of other organized family's too. I was about to rise up on my feet when Saul came up and shoved me back down on my knees. Declan got on the mic and began speaking, " Ladies and gentlemen tonight we are hosting the event of the year with our star fighter." The crowd went wild with cheers and clapping as everyone rose to their feet to get a better view of me. " Tonight we have Callum Clarke leader of the Irish Mafia as our guest star. Where he will fight against Khrol the Polish Fighting Machine!"

The crowd went even crazier after Declan mentioned his name. Declan handed the Mic off to one of the ring handlers and unlocked the chains on my hands causing them to fall to the floor with a heavy clank," Before you die try and give them a good show " he laughed, "they are paying me lots of money for tonight"

As soon as the chains came off Declan and Saul took of running towards the exit of the cage leaving me standing dead center while the audience chanted Khrol Khrol Krhol! As another door at the end of the cage opened and in stepped tall muscular man. I'm six foot three but this guy was atleast six ten and built heavily muscular and full of scars. His hair was cornsilk blonde and his eyes held a dead gaze to them unfazed and unemotional. This probably wasn't his first fight but it sure as hell would be his last. His handler stepped from behind him using a stool he stood on to unlock his chains which tied his arms to his neck. The handler was atleast four feet tall and scrawny speaking to him in Polish as if that beast could understand human speech. Khrol growled causing the handler to cower and quickly remove himself from the ring.

The crowd roared as we circled each other, searching for an opening. I could feel Khrol's eyes on me, sizing me up, looking for a weakness. I knew that I had to stay focused if I was going to win. He didn't he have any weapons on him meaning he probably planned on killing me with his bare hands. I didn't give a fuck though, only one of us was making it out of here alive and it was going to be me. Krohl quickly closed the space between us as soon as the loud buzzer over us rang. A red digital clock appeared on the rails counting down how much time we had left to finish the match. Krohl had a height and weight advantage but all those extra muscles made him slow. I was toned and fit and had the advantage of agility over him. Quickly dodging the first attack it pissed him off even more as he turned around and charged at me like an angry bull. I took it as an opening and aimed right for his back between his shoulder blades where it would be the hardest for him to reach. He quickly fell to the floor with a loud thud as I knocked the air right out of him. He quickly got up and took advantage of it by digging his fingers into where Declan had stabbed me. My legs gave out from the pain and he began landing blow after blow to my face.

As the match wore on, I could feel the weight of Khrol's blows. Each punch landed with a sickening thud, and I could feel my body beginning to give out. I knew that I needed to end the match quickly, before Khrol could finish me off.

For a mere second I thought this was it. This was were I'd die. But that voice inside my head said get the fuck up, your wife and daughter are waiting for you!. Krohl knew I had outsmarted him and used a dirty trick by inflicting pain on wounds that were already there. So what was to stop me from doing the same? I caught his hands as he was going to land another direct blow and headbutted him directly on his forehead. As he tried to regain his focus I managed to flip him off of me so that I was the one on top of him throwing the punches now.

Another outburst of boos erupted from the crowd as I gained the upper hand on him. His face became bloody quickly more than mine was but this beast still wasn't going down easily. As I broke out in heavier sweat my own blood began to mix with my sweat dropping everywhere like bloody tears. He went for my face trying to gauge out my eyes. It was only a matter of time before the bell would ring and we'd both be dead. He managed to push me off with one big push I rose back to my feet as he slowly rose trying to wipe the blood from his vision is when I went back for the kill and put him in a chokehold. There were three minutes remaining and he had to go out. There was no other option. Khrol began clawing at my arms trying to get me to release him but no one or nothing was going to stop me, I'd have to stay alive by any means necessary to get the fuck out of here.

The crowd around began throwing their drinks at the cage as Krohl continued to struggle and flail like fish out of water for air but my grip on him only tightened. His muscles were no use for him when they got in the way of him being able to bend them back far. The timer had had hit one minute and Khrol was barley turning purple and still kicking. He was controlling his breaths to last longer prolonging his death. Things were getting real as that minute turned into seconds and that's when things had to get taken care of here and now. Using my other hand I pressed it to his chin and pushed as hard as I could to the opposite way, in one hard push his neck snapped and Khrol finally went limp in my arms. The buzzer rang loud as I released Khrol's body from my arms. The crowd was silent as the referee came to check his pulse with Declan behind him.

"He's dead" the referee said looking up at Declan. He rose from Krhol's lifeless body and took my arm lifting it up "Callum Clarke is the winner. " The crowd went wild with cheers and clapping as they announced I had won. Declan approached me and before I could think of what to do he lodged a syringe into my neck, "night night brother" he laughed.

With one heavy thud I hit the floor again.