Oliver halted his motorcycle on the isolated part of the parking lot. He heard the sound of the bull horn when the engine comes to a sudden stop. Instead of covering his ears because of the awful sound he sighed in contentment. The sound was like music to him. Ever since that tragedy happened, he learned to love that kind of noise. It was funny how he finds it his solace when many prefer silence.
After dismounting his big bike, without any second thoughts he walked towards an unknown sidewalk and entered an alley. Deafening noises welcomed him as he walked forward but he didn't waver. He was very familiar with the structure of the big building where many people was waiting in a line after all. Ahead, where the entrance was at, he saw two dangerous looking men guarding the door. They were wearing black t-shirt that emphasized their huge muscles that was enough to scare the living shit of ordinary people. In their waist, hidden in their shirts he knew that a forty five caliber gun was there. The shouting intensified as he glided at the people in the line. Multiple curses where thrown towards him, yet he didn’t bother it. It was annoying alright, but it was not worth his time as well as his energy. It may have been unnerving to others but it wasn't anything near horrendous. Well, not for him.
Nodding towards the two bouncers that he recalled in the past two years, he continued to walk. He rounded towards a small corner to the left where there was a small door. Few seconds later, the cold metal door slowly opened after he bangs it harshly. Light greeted him as he strided inside the vicinity. He was welcomed by his friend, Fernan. The guy had been his companion for years in the underground world. Although they always hang-out together he was anything near him. Fernan was taller than him by a few inches and his normal getup which consists of ripped jeans and black sleeveless shirt that shows his body covered with tattoos like most of the people here was in contrast of his blue t-shirt, black leather jacket and black jeans. His face was full of piercings that even he lost count of.
"Who?" Oliver asks his voice void with any emotions. He glanced over Fernan's back before he started walking towards his room.
"It's Daniel tonight."
He came to a sudden stop as he looked right at his friend's eyes. By now, he already knew that his face looks utterly pissed off because of Fernan's expression. Jerking his thumbs towards him, a hard scowl was planted on his lips. "Again?! The heck, that bastard never gives the fuck up, does he?"
In less than a second, an amused grin was plastered in Fernan's face. He shrugged his shoulders as he started walking. "Well, what can I say? He seems to love being beaten to pulp by you," Fernan teased as he looked at him.
He shook his head while eyeing his friend menacingly. "How many minutes do it takes before it started?"
"Five minutes,” the guy replied.
Nodding, he glides into the entry of the arena. The two of them stepped at a lit space; the deafening screams outside the ring reached their ears. Many bouncers stood proudly at the big circular space which was considered the arena's ring. The place itself looks somewhat like any other hall seen in movies. It was huge and the center where the ring laid gives this certain familiar ambulance that he craves so much. It screamed agony of violence and of bloodshed.
