9 First Rule of FIGHT CLUB

One and a half-Months Later

-Unknown Location-

Colleen Wing made her way through the noisy crowd. Shouts and cheers filled the area over loud music, while flood lights shone onto a changed ring, as a large group gathered it shouting profanities and cheers into the blood-stained floor of the ring.

Within the ring were two muscular fighters, one straddling the other, beating him into the ground without a hint of mercy, his hands covered in his opponent's blood, his expression filled with bloodlust and glee.

This was the illegal fight arena, where fighters could beat the ever-loving shit out of each other for lots of cash. Aside from not killing your opponent, no other rules applied in the ring, as long as there were alive in the end, anything goes.

You automatically lose if your opponent dies.

Colleen had her head down with her bandaged hands tucked in her white hooded pocket. She wore matching white track pants and shoes with a white mask covering his lower face.

She made her way across the crowd to the participant's corner, this wasn't her first time here, she was somewhat of a celebrity in this part for her skills, deadly efficiency, and brutality in despatching her opponents.

Her stride was one of purpose and focus, a predator prowling the night, most of the other fighters made way as she made her way into her corner.

Her mind on the other hand was preoccupied with one person.

Peter Parker...

She was thinking about how she would go about recruiting him.

The kid was a natural-born martial genius, he picked up every lesson she taught him faster than any student she had before, what was more impressive was that it was all on his first try.

Her lessons were based on every student's individual skills and learning rate, the faster some students learned the more advanced the lessons got for them, while others would remain where they were until they reached higher levels of skill. That way the more advanced students could be recruited into their organization at a faster rate to further improve their skills.

Peter Parker was a beast in terms of skill and growth rate, he shot past her other students faster than she thought possible, he won almost every spar against her students from the day he arrived, and would integrate everything he learned from her into his practice spars, improving, refining, and adding on them in real-time. The boy had an unnatural instinct for the art of fighting, it was to the point where after the first three weeks even she was forced to adapt and improve herself when they were sparing now.

During the first two weeks, she was always the victor of their bouts, but she did notice his unnatural growth rate on the third day during the sparing sessions when she almost lost to him.

She had her suspicions about him, his knuckles had bruises and swelling that someone only got from actual fights, and he also had bruises on his body and face which alluded to real fist fights and the experienced demeanor he portrayed after some weeks in.

He had real combat experience.

He was taking part in illegal fight clubs similar to her was the conclusion she came to, one she confirmed after a few conversations with him, she made sure to leave no hints that she was also taking part in similar activities, or that she was onto him too.

But his rapid growth however was a wonder to witness.

It was almost as if he was regaining skills he already had rather than learning new skills, as crazy as that sounded, she had no other way to describe it.

By the second week, he never lost again, not to the other students much to their ire, he only sparred with her since, but after a few days; even with her level of skill, it was either a stalemate or a draw, and by the fourth week it was fifty-fifty between the two of them, he'd win some or she'd win some, even her superiors took notice of him which was an impressive achievement, given the fact that Peter was only here for less than a month.

She wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing when she received the order to recruit him yesterday.

Only time would tell...

She was given a file on him, and from what she read, he was the perfect candidate for recruitment. No living family, no attachments, and his only other living relative was in the hospital in a coma, something that could be used as leverage for his recruitment.

He had skills in spades and took part in illegal fight clubs to pay for his bills which meant real combat experience, that also meant the law meant little to him and he watched his uncle die from a shoot-and-run so he was no stranger to death.

His attitude and behavior added to his appeal, he was a loner that didn't take part in anything he didn't need to during lessons, he had little to no friends and made no attempt to make any during his time at the dojo. Always the first to arrive and the first to leave if nothing was required of him; always focused on tasks and lessons without any distractions or deviations from his given tasks.

'Yeah he'd make the perfect new recruit.' she thought to herself.

A flash of light took her attention as she glanced back into the ring. A loud wild cheer followed as a fighter made his way out of the ring, the metal gates opening him with some man dragging his beaten and bleeding opponent out on the opposite end.

"Alright, alright, alright let me hear SOME NOOOOIIIiSSSEEE!" a well-dressed man in a sharp suit and cowboy hat shouted into a loud hailer in his hand as he walked into the center of the ring.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU COOMME ON ARE YOU HERE FOR A FIGHT OR YOU HERE TO SLEEP" he shouted

The crowd grew louder at his words.

"YEEAAAH, that's what I'm talking bout" his voice echoed in encouragement to their shouts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't we have a treat for you tonight, let me tell ya, these next two fighters a fucking BEEAASTS. So count your cash and place yo bets for the final fight of the night" he continued the crowd getting giddy and shaking the edges of the fenced ring.

"And ya'll know we save the best for last, ya'll just now it hehehe " he chuckled excitedly.

Collen checked her wrapped hand one last time and pulled her white face mask up tighter, and cracked her neck walking up to the gate.

"Tonight is the night for two undefeated fighters to go at each other, on yo left is a reining queen and on yo right is an undefeated rising king, tonight is a fight of champions, So Let's get this party started!" he pressed the siren on the hailer signaling the start of the next fight.

"On yo left we have the undefeated femme fatale in white, the sexy beast that leaves men and women bleeding on the floor with more than just a broken heart, if you know what I mean, those bones don't beak themselves, hehehe.." He joked, with the crowd laughing along with him.

One of the men standing guard opened the gates for Colleen and she made her way inside with a calm stride and a deep breath, siking herself for the coming fight.

"Ladies and gents I give you, our final fighter, The champion of the ring, The Daughter of the DRAGOOON" He shouted, the crowd getting even wilder at his announcement.

"Now, now hold your horses, we just getting started" He waved his hands for the crowd to tone it down after a few seconds.

"Let me introduce you to our challenger, this is his first time on the big stage after all, but let me promise you he won't disappoint, and don't let his size fool ya'll, this one's a menace, on yo right, I present to you, the brutal underdog, our undefeated challenger, the savage from the west who leaves only blood and gore in his wake, the BLAACK WOOLLLF! AAAAAAAHOOOOOOO!" he announced as the opposite gates opened up and another fighter made his way to the right, over the loud cheering of the crowd and the noise shaking of the fence around the blood-stained ring.

His head was down, his face hidden by the shadow of a hoody and he was dressed in all black, a contrast to her all-white attire. He had black cargo pants. a black hoody and black bandage wrapped around his hands complete with a black masked cloth coving his lower face and matching black sneakers.

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A silver wolf insignia was printed on the back of his hoody, and one of a large spider in the same color was on his front covering his entire chest area. Much like her, he walked in calmly and stretched his arms up, looking at her with a focused gaze, attempting to gauge her strength.

Colleen also had a similar approach, she could feel it, she had to be careful with this one, her instincts were never wrong.

They both stood silently at their corners and waited for the well-dressed man to announce the start of the fight.

"Oh, oh my, can ya'll just feel that tension, YEAH, now that's what I'm talking bout. So let's get this show on the road." The announcer made his way out of the ring as the two fighters circled each other.

The gate was closed as he once more clicked the siren to signal the start of the fight.

The two fighters rushed at each other instantly.

-Chapter End-