Fight Club - Chapter 1 by Archie Fan - betty_cooper72@yahoo.ca An illegal underground fight club that broadcasts on the internet Any resemblances to real people in this story are purely coincidence *********************************************** Tyron was down on his luck. The thirty-six year old African-American divorcee had just lost his job when the factory he worked at closed. The father of four was now two months behind on his child support payments. Try as he might Tyron could not find a full-time job that paid enough. As it was he was barely making enough to get by. His ex-wife was threatening to come after him for not paying and he needed to come up with some cash fast. Tyron was walking from his apartment to the employment agency, He had his hands in his pockets and was looking down because it was quite cold outside. He was about a block away when he almost ran into a pretty blonde woman. "Whoa, sorry there Miss," Tyron apologized. The woman was wearing a big fluffy fur coat, but with a tiny black leather mini skirt and stiletto heels. She had expensive looking earrings and her hair looked to have been professionally styled. Even with her heels on she barely reached Tyron's shoulders, although Tyron was a fairly large man at about 6'4" 250 lbs. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" the woman asked. "The employment agency," Tyron replied. "Oh do you need a job?" the woman asked. "Wouldn't be going there if I didn't," Tyron answered. "Well if you want the opportunity to make some money quick, I know just the thing," the woman said. Tyron was immediately intrigued, but also a little sceptical. "What is it exactly?" Tyron asked. "Nothing a big strong guy like you can't handle," the woman replied. She reached into her coat and handed him a business card. "Be at that address tonight," she said. "You could earn $50,000." Tyron looked at the card. It was an address for a warehouse down near the river. When he looked up he saw that the woman had walked away without another word. "You didn't say what this is," Tyron called after her. The woman either didn't hear or ignored him and kept walking on. Tyron glanced at the card before sticking it in his pocket and continuing on to the employment agency. *********************************************** Tyron glanced at the card confirming that he had the right address. He was standing outside an old warehouse. There didn't seem to be anybody around, however he decided to take a look inside the building. Tyron walked towards the door when suddenly it swung open. "I thought you might be showing up," the blonde woman from earlier that day said. "Come on in." Tyron followed the woman inside. The interior of the warehouse was nothing like he thought. It was divided by large temporary walls that ran all the way to the ceiling. "I never caught your name," Tyron said. "I'm Lindsey," she replied. "Okay, Lindsey, so what exactly is this place?" Tyron asked. "Have you ever seen the movie Fight Club?" Lindsey replied. Tyron stopped in his tracks. "Is this some kind of underground fight league?" Tyron inquired. "You could say that," Lindsey answered. "No, no, that's not my thing," Tyron said. "Really? It's just one fight and if you win you get $50,000," Lindsey said. "Yeah and what if I lose?" Tyron asked. "Well you might get a little something depending on how the fight goes," Lindsey replied. Tyron considered for a long moment. Fifty thousand dollars was more money than he had made in the last year. It could really help him out. "Alright," Tyron said. "One fight." Lindsey smiled with pleasure. "Excellent," she said. "Now follow me." She led the way to a makeshift room, inside were three other men, and a bunch of athletic equipment that one might find at a boxing club or a martial arts training center. "You can prepare yourself in here," Lindsey said. "The fights will be starting in an hour. One of the ring girls will be come get you for your fight." With that Lindsey turned and walked away. Tyron looked around the room at the other men. There only three other men. One was a big burly heavily tattooed white guy with closely shaved brown hair and a long bushy tangled beard. He was currently pounding a punching bag as hard as he could. Another was a short and well-built Asian man. He was going through a series of martial art stances that Tyron was sure was part of karate training. The third man was a skinny Latino who was just sitting on a bench eying the other three. "So uh, are we supposed to fight each other?" Tyron asked. The big burly white man stopped punching the punching bag and looked over at him. "No you stupid idiot," he said. "They've got other people for us to fight being kept somewhere else." "Hmm, I guess that makes sense," Tyron said. Tyron wondered just who he would have to fight. *********************************************** An hour later the door to the room opened and in walked a tall and skinny dark haired girl with almost comically large breasts dressed in nothing but a skimpy red bikini. All four men stopped and stared at her when she entered. She looked around for a moment before pointing at the Latino man. "You, come vith me," she said in an accent that suggested that she was eastern European. The Latino stood up off the bench and smirked at the other three before following her out of the room. "I hope somebody knocks the smirk off that wetback's face," the white guy said. Tyron didn't say anything but inwardly he was silently agreeing. *********************************************** The Latino man was following the bikini clad woman. "Hey chica what's your name?" he asked. The woman turned and glared at him. "Iryna," she replied. "Well Iryna, maybe after I win this fight and get that fifty grand you and I can use that money to have a good time," he said. "No," Iryna said simply. The two of them stopped in front of a set of large double doors. "You refusing me?" the Latino asked angrily. "No," Iryna answered. "Vhat I am saying is dat you aren't going to vin." "Yeah, you think so?" the Latino guy said. "How about you put your money where your mouth is? Or rather put your pussy where your mouth is." Iryna said nothing but just looked him in the eyes. "I win this fight and I get to fuck you all night long," he said. "So what do you want if I lose?" "Nothing," Iryna replied. "You von't vin." The Latino guy was getting annoyed at this point. However Iryna pushed open the doors and led him into a large open area with a UFC style octagon ring set up, however the fence was taller than that of a UFC ring and looked to be made of a lot thicker metal, and on top of that it was topped with barbed wire. There were temporary bleachers set up on six of the eight sides of the ring that were all fully occupied with spectators. The Latino guy noticed that all of the spectators were women and that they were all wearing masquerade masks, which he found odd, although he couldn't get a good look at them since they were all in shadow since the lights were focused on the ring. Standing in the ring was Lindsey along with another woman who had long wavy dark hair and a very curvaceous figure. Lindsey had changed into a short, tight glittery desk with a large peek-a-boo slit that showed most of her generous cleavage. The other woman was wearing a black and white striped bikini that was like a referee's uniform. Lindsey saw Iryna approaching the ring with the Latino man and raised a microphone to her mouth. "Ladies it's time for our first fight of the night," Lindsey announced. "Making his way to the ring right now, from some drug smuggling cartel, it's Jose!" All of the women booed as Iryna opened the door to the ring and stepped aside to allow Jose to enter. He walked around the ring before standing back near the door he entered looking at the two women still in the ring with him. Just then some deep and menacing generic rock music began to play. The women in the audience began to cheer immediately. "And his opponent," Lindsey continued excitedly. "Making her way to the ring, standing 6'7" and weighing in at 285 lbs. It is Heather �the Hammer' Gallows!" Jose looked across the ring as the other door opened and in walked perhaps the biggest woman he ever seen in his life. She stood nearly a foot taller than him and outweighed him easily by more than 100 lbs. almost all of that muscle. Her physique was like a bodybuilder crossed with a porn star, with large well defined muscles, plenty of curves and two huge tits. She had bright red hair that was cut into a Mohawk. She was wearing a cropped tank top and matching shorts made of red pleather that matched her hair. She stepped into the ring the door being closed and locked behind her. She flexed for the crowd her huge biceps bigger than Jose's thighs as the crowd cheered wildly. Across the ring Jose was feeling somewhat nervous just seeing how big this woman is and he wondered what he had signed up for. The women in the audience cheered loudly as Heather flexed and posed. Jose was frightened at the size of her biceps, he guessed that they were at least twenty-four inches; he didn't think biceps that big on a woman were even possible. "Your referee for the contest is Abigail Ratchford," Lindsey announced. The referee, Abigail, motioned for both fighters to approach. As Jose stood just a few feet away from Heather he felt even more frightened by the sheer size of the massive woman. "The rules of the contest are simple," Abigail said. "No hair pulling, other than that anything goes. You fight until one of you can no longer fight. Understand?" Heather gave a smirk and a confident nod and then Abigail looked at Jose. Jose let out a whimper but nodded. Heather flexed her right arm and pointed at a tattoo of twenty four tallies on the inside of her bicep. "See this," Heather said. "That's the number of people I've killed. You're going to be number twenty- five." The two of them backed away. Jose was so frightened he was barely able to stop himself from pissing his pants. Abigail called for the fight to begin and Heather put her big fists up and slowly advanced towards Jose, a smug smirk on her face. Jose put his own fists up to try and defend himself. Heather threw the first punch a shot to Jose's abdomen. Jose let out a gasp as the wind was knocked completely out of him. Heather then grabbed Jose by his legs and lifted him up into the air, she spun one hundred and eighty degrees as she slammed him down on his back. Jose let out a cry of agony as pain shot up through his spine. Heather stood back up and flexed as the crowd cheered before she knelt down over Jose. Terrified and desperate Jose reached up and grabbed at whatever he could, and ended up grabbing a hold of Heather's Mohawk. A searing pain suddenly surged through Jose's body and he let go of Heather's hair as she pulled away and stood up. Jose glanced to the side and saw Abigail holding a stun baton and grinning down at him. "No hair pulling," Abigail said with a grin. Heather had a sadistic grin plastered on her face as she looked down at Jose who was lying on the ground twitching slightly from the powerful electrical shock he'd just received. Heather stomped down on his right ankle and there was a loud crack as the bone broke, eliciting a scream of agony from Jose and cheers from the audience. Heather then moved to Jose's left ankle and stomped on it, shattering it as well. Jose lay on his back sobbing in pain as Heather slowly circled him. She bent down and pulled his left hand away from his body and stomped on it. Jose screamed as he felt all the small bones in his hand shattered. He held his hand up seeing his fingers were all bent at odd angles. Heather just chuckled as she walked around and grabbed Jose's right hand and stomped on it mangling it just as much as his left hand. "Please, no more," Jose begged as he lay back arching his back and sobbing. "I give up, I quit. Just... please no more." Abigail motioned Heather to back up which she did to boos from the audience. Abigail then knelt down next to Jose. "You want to quit?" Abigail asked him. "Yes please," he replied. "I need a doctor." "Well don't worry, we'll get you to a doctor," Abigail said. "Of course it's going to be a coroner because there's no quitting for you." Abigail chuckled as she stood back up and stepped back. Heather then stepped back towering over Jose menacingly. "What is your verdict ladies?" Abigail asked the crowd. All of the women in the audience held their thumbs down. "Looks like they all want you dead," Abigail told Jose. Heather knelt down straddling Jose's chest. She placed one hand under his chin holding his head steady and then cocked the other one back, unleashing a vicious punch that left Jose utterly dazed. Heather drove her fist into Jose's face again and again. Soon his face was a mass of bruises his eyes swollen completely shut. Jose was unconscious by this point. "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" the crowd chanted. Heather let go of his chin and began raining punches down with both fists. The sound of her fists smacking against Jose's skull echoed loudly through the makeshift arena. Teeth were flying out left and right with each punch. On about the fifth punch Jose's left eye socket collapsed and three punches later the same happened to the right. Heather began throwing punches faster and faster, blood splattering around as she did. Bits of flesh began to fly off and soon Jose's nose was severed. Suddenly she stopped and with a loud cry raised both fists over her head before slamming them down at Jose's forehead. Jose's battered skull was unable to take anymore punishment and it split open like a watermelon at a Gallagher show. Brain, blood and skull fragments stained the ring as Heather stood up raising both arms in the air as the crowd chanted her name. When the crowd finally calmed down Lindsey re-entered the ring and stood on one side of Heather while Abigail stood on the other. "After three and a half minutes, the referee has called a stop to this contest," Lindsey said. "Your winner, by splitting open her opponents skull, Heather �The Hammer' Gallows!" The female audience cheered as Abigail and Lindsey each raised one of Heather's arms in victory. *********************************************** Back in the locker room Tyron and the other two men were oblivious as to what had occurred. The sound of the audience was just a dull roar from where they were. "I wonder how he faired," Tyron said aloud. "Who cares," the big burly white man said. Tyron just shook his head and ignored him. He walked over to the Asian man who was still going through all of his martial arts poses. "So what's your name?" Tyron asked. The Asian man stopped his exercises. "None of your concern," he replied before resuming his training. "Fine, just trying to make conversation," Tyron muttered as he walked away. Just then Iryna returned, all three men looked at the big titted brunette in anticipation. "You, you are next," she said point at the Asian man. The Asian man nodded and followed her out of the room leaving Tyron and the white man alone. The Asian man followed Iryna to the ring. Abigail and Lindsey were standing waiting in the ring, Jose's remains had been removed and cleaned up all though there were still some blood stains on the mat but they it had mostly been cleaned up. The Asian man looked at the all-female audience; if anything about it bothered him it didn't show on his face. "Ladies, it's time for our second fight of the night," Lindsey announced as the crowd cheered. "Entering the ring, from the Yakuza, please welcome Akira!" The women all booed as Akira entered the ring. He removed his shirt and exposing his muscular bare chest and showing that he had several tattoos written in Japanese script. He threw a few phantom punches as he calmly waited for his opponent. Just then the song Alison Hell by Annihilator began to play. All the women in the audience cheered loudly. "And his opponent, making her way to ring, she stands 6'7" and weighs in at 280 lbs. Nancy "The Annihilator" Thompson!" Lindsey announced. Akira looked across the ring to see his opponent and the stoic Japanese man finally let slip the briefest of emotions as he swallowed at the sight of the huge woman entering the ring. Akira hadn't seen Heather, but Nancy was pretty much her equal in terms of her physique. However Heather's head was completely bald except for a long thick braid of platinum blonde hair that went from the top of her head all the way down to her ankles. She wore a red latex body suit with dozens of slits that was stretched by her power packed physique and a matching pair of knee high heeled boots with six inch heels that made her stand more than seven feet tall. Nancy entered the ring, the door being closed behind her, to the cheers of the women in the audience. She flexed her arms much to the amusement of the crowd. "Your referee for the contest once again is Miss Abigail Ratchford," Lindsey announced. Abigail motioned for the two combatants to approach. Akira was only about 5'8" so in her heels Nancy utterly dwarfed him making him look like a child. However Akira calmly stared up at her seemingly unafraid. "The rules for this fight are simple," Abigail informed them. "No hair pulling. Other than that, anything goes." Nancy and Akira locked eyes for a moment before they both backed up. Abigail then signalled for the fight to begin. Akira immediately charged across the ring. He had fought opponents larger than himself many times before and always come out on top because he was a strategic fighter. As tall as she was and then also in heels Nancy's legs would be vulnerable and that was how Akira would win this fight. Nancy swung a fist at Akira as he approached but he ducked beneath before practically throwing both his legs at Nancy's left knee looking to take it out and leave her hobbled. However Akira ended up just bouncing off of Nancy and falling to the ground as Nancy didn't even seem affected. Akira quickly scrambled to his feet and backed off as Nancy chuckled at his ineffectual attack. Akira closed in again and this time drove his fist into Nancy's solar plexus. However he only succeeded in breaking his own hand as her abdomen was harder than the brick wall that it looked like. "My turn," Nancy said. Akira was looking at his injured hand and didn't notice Nancy's fist until it connected with his jaw. About a dozen teeth were knocked out and scattered around the ring as Akira fell to the ground. Akira rolled over onto his stomach and spit out blood and a few other teeth. Nancy meanwhile learned down over him wrapping one arm his neck and slowly squeezed while at the same time lifting Akira up to his feet. Akira desperately grabbed at her arm and squirmed as he tried to free himself but there seemed to be no way out. However then his hand wrapped around Nancy's long braid and he pulled. Nancy's head was jerked and she let go of Akira dropping him to the ground. She adjusted her braid with a growl tossing it back over her shoulder. Akira scrambled to his feet and backed up to try and get some distance. He raised his hand to suddenly a surge of electricity shot through him originating from his back and he dropped to the ground spasming. "You just couldn't resist grabbing that big braid of Nancy's could you," Abigail said as she put away the Taser she was holding. Nancy walked over to Akira in a predatory fashion. She bent down and grabbed him by the throat and threw him towards the fence. Akira hit the fence and slumped against it using it to keep himself standing. He unsteadily raised his hands to try and defend himself. Nancy grabbed one of his arms with one hand and brought the elbow of her other arm down shattering Akira's forearm with a resounding snap. She then did the same to the other arm eliciting screams of pain from Akira who remained slumped against the ring fence, his arms now hanging limply at his sides. Nancy then turned and began to walk around the ring urging the audience to cheer which they did. Just as with Jose they began calling for Nancy to kill him. Nancy stopped in front of Akira who was still slumped against the fence. He defiantly spit some blood from his mouth towards her which hit the ground just missing her feet. Nancy frowned and then she spun in a circle as she unleashed a tornado kick on Akira. The heel of her boot struck him right between the eyes and was driven right through his skull piercing his brain. Akira's whole body went limp and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Nancy pulled her foot back and Akira slumped to the ground awkwardly, clearly dead as the crowd roared with approval. "This contest has ended at two minutes forty-five seconds," Lindsey announced. "Your winner, via a spiked heel through the skull, Nancy "The Annihilator" Thompson!" The crowd cheered as Abigail raised Nancy's big arm in victory. *********************************************** Back in the locker room Tyron and the white man were both waiting and wondering who would be next. They had heard the crowd get rather loud but then it got quiet once more. "Do you think the fight is over?" Tyron asked. "Maybe," the white man said. "That little Jap probably got his ass kicked." "I dunno, he seemed like he could handle himself in a fight," Tyron said. Just then Iryna reappeared. "Your turn," she said as she pointed at the white man. The white man followed her out of the locker room leaving Tyron alone. Tyron paced the locker room nervously knowing that he would be fighting next. Iryna led the white man to the ring. Akira's body had been removed and the blood mostly cleaned up and Abigail and Lindsey were in the ring. However the two of them had switch jobs, Abigail had put on a tight latex dress while Lindsey had dressed in a black and white stripped bikini. The white man noticed that the audience was all women and that they were all wearing masquerade masks. "Hey what's with all the chicks in masks?" the white man asked Iryna. "They're here to vatch," Iryna replied. "Yeah but...." the man stated to say. He was cut off as Abigail began the introduction. "Ladies, it's time for the third fight of the night," Abigail began. "On his way to the ring, from the Hell's Angels, Bruce!" The women all booed as Bruce entered the ring. "Ah screw all of you," Bruce shouted at them, causing them to boo louder. Just then music began to play; Bruce recognized the song as a K-Pop song called The Boys by a girl band called Girls' Generation. He knew that because his current girlfriend's teenage daughter liked the band. All of the women in the audience began to cheer. "And his opponent, making her way to the ring; she stand 6'8" and weight 305 lbs. "The Korean Killer" Yeon-Woo Jhi!" Abigail introduced. Bruce looked across the ring and was completely shocked to see a towering muscular Korean woman entering the ring. She wore a white tank top and tiny denim shorts and had her long hanging loose down past her shoulders and about half way down her back. Her face was a stark contrast to her powerful thick form appearing almost child-like. "What the fuck is this?" Bruce asked in disbelief. Nobody however was paying any attention to him. Yeon-Woo entered the ring flexing for the female crowd who cheered and chanted her name. "Your referee for this contest will be Miss Lindsey Pelas," Abigail announced. Lindsey motioned for Yeon-Woo and Bruce to approach. Bruce was a big man at 6'4" but even he looked small compared to how big Yeon-Woo was. "The rules are simple, no hair pulling," Lindsey explained. "Other than that anything goes." "Don't think that just because you're a woman I'm not going to mess up your face," Bruce said. "I going to break you," Yeon-Woo responded in her girly tone and broken English with a grin on her face. Abigail motioned for them to back up to their respective corners and then began the fight. Bruce began by immediately quickly closing in at Yeon-Woo and throwing a one-two combination. Yeon-Woo was able to block with ease and then knocked Bruce back with a push kick. "Fucking gook bitch," Bruce growled. He charged at her again looking to try for a double leg take down. However Yeon-Woo blocked his takedown and hooked one arm under his neck. She then wrench upward and there was a loud crack. Yeon-Woo let go of Bruce and he slumped to the ground not moving. Lindsey knelt and checked on Bruce and stood up smiling. "This contest has been ended after just twenty-seven seconds; your winner via a broken neck, "The Korean Killer" Yeon-Woo Jhi!" Abigail announced as the crowd cheered. Yeon-Woo grabbed Bruce's corpse and with both hands lifted it up over her head as the crowd cheered wildly. She then paraded around the ring holding his dead body over her head before tossing it over the fence to the hard concrete floor where it landed with a splat. *********************************************** Back in the locker room Tyron was nervously pacing back and forth. He stopped every once in a while to throw a punch at the punching bag. He was beginning to have second thoughts about this. There was something rather strange about this whole setup. He knew that this was an underground fight scene but he was now worried that if perhaps this place got raided he could be arrested and then he very likely would never see his kids ever again. Just then the door opened and Iryna appeared. "Let's go," Iryna said to him. Tyron hesitated for a moment as he thought. He realized that even if he left now and didn't get arrested for illegal fighting that he could still not see his kids again if he didn't come up with money for child support. Tyron followed Iryna out of the locker room. Iryna led the way to the ring where Tyron got his first glance at the all-female masked crowd. Whatever he had thought this was before he was even more confused now. "What the hell?" Tyron muttered to himself under his breath as he looked around. "And now ladies it's time for the final fight of the night." Abigail announced. "Making his way to the ring now, he's a desperate man looking for money, Tyron!" The crowd was quiet as Tyron entered the ring. He looked around confused. He noticed the webcams mounted at each corner of the ring. He then remembered a rumour that he had overheard at the temp agency the other day and he turned to Iryna who was closing the door to the ring. "Hey, what kind of fighting is this?" Tyron asked frightenedly. "Death match," Iryna said as she locked the door. Tyron turned around utterly frightened. He needed to get out of here. He didn't want to die and he didn't want to kill anybody either. But the door was now locked and climbing the fence was out of the option; that barbed wire looked like it would slice him up bad enough to kill him. His best and only hope was to get out the door on the other side. However just then music began to play and Tyron stopped in his tracks. Tyron recognized it as Chyna's old theme song from her time in the WWE, "Who I Am". "And his opponent, making her way to the ring; she stand 6'8" and weighing 310 pounds, Brandi "The Alpha Bitch" Killpatrick!" Abigail announced. Tyron was terrified as the biggest woman he had seen in his life entered the ring. She had long black hair and wore a leather vest, with a leather bra and leather shorts. She had several tattoos on her arms, mostly skulls. The most notable one was a large skull with a swastika carved into its forehead on her left arm just below the shoulder. The women in the audience cheered wildly for Brandi. Brandi flexed her chest powerful. Her vest and leather bra were stretched as her pectorals caused her large breasts to push outward. Brandi let out a roar and suddenly the vest and bra ripped unable to withstand her expanding chest and fluttered to the ground leaving her topless. Tyron was terrified. From the looks of it the woman across from him was psychotic. Lindsey motioned for Tyron and Brandi to approach the center of the ring. However Tyron shook his head and stayed back. "Scared little nigger?" Brandi taunted him. Tyron didn't like being insulted but he wasn't about to go anywhere near her. Lindsey motioned again but Tyron still didn't approach. Lindsey just shrugged and explained the rules. "One rule, no hair pulling," Lindsey said. She then signalled for the fight to begin. Brandi grinned and marched across the ring towards Tyron. Tyron was frightened but as Brandi approached he lashed out with a punch that caught Brandi flush on the jaw. Brandi's head snapped to the side but she remained standing. Tyron went to throw a second punch but Brandi's arm came up and caught his fist. He tried to pull his hand away from her but she held tight. Tyron looked in fear as Brandi turned back to face him. She brought her free hand up to her face and wiped a little trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. She looked at the blood on her hand and grinned. "I'm going to have real fun ending you nigger," Brandi said. Brandi drove a fist into Tyron's gut knocking the wind out of him. She then wrench the arm she was holding popping his shoulder out of its socket. Tyron wanted to cry out in pain but he had no breath to do so. Brandi then grabbed him and slammed him to the ground with a hip toss before climbing on top of him in the mount position. She grabbed the sides of his head with both hands. "Die!" Brandi cried out. She began squeezing his head. Pain shot through Tyron as he let out a scream. He reached up and grabbed Brandi's wrists and tried to pull her hands off but he couldn't make them budge. The crowd was cheering wildly. "Die!" Brandi shouted again. She squeezed harder; Tyron was in agony from the pressure of his skull pressing against his brain. His vision was going blurry. Suddenly there was a crack and his vision went wonky and then dark as his eyes popped out of the sockets. Tyron continued to scream in pain as blood trickled out of his ears and nose. Then all at once his skull couldn't take the pressure anymore and it imploded. Brandi stood up holding to handfuls of pulpy, brainy remains in her hands as she let out a cry while the women in the audience cheered madly. "This contest has been called to an end after one minute and thirty-eight seconds via crushing a skull with her bare hands, Brandi "The Alpha Bitch" Killpatrick!" Abigail announced. The crowd cheered wildly once again as Brandi raised her arms in celebration as she stood over Tyron's corpse. *********************************************** The following day... Heather, Nancy, Yeon-Woo and Brandi were in the warehouse all lifting heavy weights as Lindsey, Abigail and Iryna watched them. All around them a group of Mexican labourers were dismantling the temporary arena and packing it onto trucks. Just then a man in a very expensive black suit with a matching top hat and a cape, carrying a cane topped with a green stone approached. He had short blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Ladies, ladies, very nice job last night," he said in British accent. "Last night was extremely profitable, our best night yet." "Yeah, where's our payment Phantom?" Heather demanded. The man, known as Phantom, reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled out four syringes and gave one each to Heather, Nancy, Yeon-Woo and Brandi. The four of them immediately injected themselves and began lifting once more, this time with renewed vigour. "And what about us?" Abigail asked. "When do we get our chance to join the fights?" Lindsey inquired. "Very soon," Phantom replied. "The demand is increasing so I'm going to need more fighters, so you'll get your chance at our next stop." "And vhere vill that be?" Iryna asked. "A little town called Riverdale," Phantom replied with a grin. ... To Be continued ...