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Sandy's POV
The place was filled from wall to wall with people and most looked like they already had a rough day. Beer was being spilled everywhere and rock music was being blasted from the speakers above us. Cub was only a few inches away from my face and yet I still couldn't hear him even though he was basically yelling at me.
The ring was just some deserted wearhouse on the outskirts of Brooklyn and the people here were going crazy. Fights were breaking out in the crowd and people were pratically having sex on the floor; the last time I came here it wasn't this chaotic.
"WHAT TIME IS IT!?" I questioned Cub for the third time.
"IT'S ABOUT 9:15, WHY!?" Cub yelled over the crowd to me.
"SHOULDN'T THE FIGHT BE STARTING RIGHT NOW?!"
"YEAH! WHEN THE LIGHTS GET DIM THAT MEANS THE FIGHT IS ABOUT TO START! AND THAT SHOULD BE ANY MINUTE NOW. THE CROWD IS STARTING TO GET A LITTLE TOO ROUGH SO STU WILL START THE MATCH SOON!" Cub yelled over the crowd of people once again.
Stu was a pretty cool guy the few times that I had met him. He was the owner of this wearhouse; well atleast he says he is. He gets a 25% cut of any and everyone's winnings here and he is also the one that sets the fight up. If you have a problem and want to settle it publicly, Stu is the guy to see. Stu looks to be about your average 25-30 year old man with blonde dreads. Alot of the girls that I have met here have either had sex with him or claimed they did and for all I know he has never denied a girl unless he is infront of his girlfriend Miranda.
Stu and Miranda are like the same, which doesn't make sense to me beacause 'don't opposites attract'. They both like to get drunk and party and fuck different people and lie about it repeatily but then again that sounds alot like me and Kyle so I had no room to judge them.
The lights dimmed and the crowd quickly began to grow silent as the music cut off and a loud voice over a speaker came on.
"Bitches and Assholes, Sluts and Tools; Are you READY TO FUCKIN' BRAWL!" The man over the speaker ,who I can only assume was Stu, voice boomed in the wearhouse.
The crowd replied with a 'Hell Yeah', and spotlights turned on and faced the ring.
"Our Chanllenger today stands at 5'11 and 174 pounds, and his specialty is sambo submissions! Look to the left of the ring to see Mario Ferdanan!"
The crowd roard with boo's as Mario walked around the ring with his hands up; confidence was on his face and he looked as if he had already won the match.
"And now for our champion all you sluts like to fuck and tools want to be, standing at 6'4 and weighing in at 199 pounds; GIVE IT UP FOR MICHIAL 'PIT' JOHNSON!" The anouncer bellowed through the microphone, sending the crowd into turmoil of cheers and woops. "As you all know his specialty, besides kick ass is Brazilian Jui-Jitsu and if you look to you right you will see Pit!"
As the crowd yelled his name Pit stepped into the ring and winked at a couple of girls and then beat his chest with one hand twice before tilting his head toward the cieling and yelling out. I guess this was his way of getting pumped up.
"Now guys you know the rules and if you don't just know that to win the fight you eithr have to get a tap out, knock your opponent unconscious, or your opponent forfeits. Now touch gloves and FIGHT!
Pit went up to touch Mario's glove but instead recieved a blow to the face by Mario. The crowed boo's echoed within the walls of the wearhouse but no ref means it was fair.
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