2 The Kidnapping

The crowds roaring and chanting grew louder and louder, waking me from what I thought was my death. Covering my face from the blinding light, I had a massive headache from the drug they gave us. Slowly my vision and sound became more precise. It seems we were in some kind of underground fight club.

" Ladies and gentlemen, we have some very, very special events like never before taking place tonight," said the Host.

Flick Flick, all spotlights were on me.

"What's your name, punk," she asked." T... Tray," I said?" Is that a question? Don't worry about it Tray sounds too plain anyway, how ... about... Chief, yeah I love to see people with high titles die... I mean, get beat to the brink of death", said the Host with an evil giggle.

" Tonight, we will be seeing Chief vs. your fallen champion climbing to regain his position." Entering the ring was a box to choose our weapons. As I was walking up to see the options, pushing me backward, the guards said," Not you, these are for you."

He reaches down in the box and gives me two pocket knives. While on the other hand, my opponent chooses an extra-large fire ax. We backed up into our corners; even though I was confused and scared, I looked for exits and ways out.

"Now what makes tonight so special, you all may ask well other than the extreme grand finally we have a series of TO THE DEATH MATCHES," said the Host.

*Crowd roaring and going berserk*

Of course, why else would I end up in an underground cage fight in the middle of a world crisis just for a regular battle? Honestly, now is an excellent time to remember those lessons of Muay Thai. Damn, I knew I should have kept practicing. No, just knowing it is good enough, I say, whatever happened to people pushing themselves, since when is just enough ok.

" What the hell is going on? When I stop talking, you fight damn it", said the Host.

My opponent started rushing towards me with his hand gripped tight around the ax. I instantly ran in the other direction and slipped, falling into a pile of trash in the arena. I quickly yelled to the top of my lungs-

" WAITTTT. "

My opponent stopped in his tracks, and the crowd grew quiet. " Can I have some tape... anybody... duct tape preferred," I asked? All that anyone heard was mumbling through the crowd. " Tape? What... tape is he stupid? What a loser".

"Silence!!! I don't know what the hell tape is going to do, but you must either be stupid or the best damn strategist I know, and by the way, you just fell into a pile of trash. I say you're pretty stupid and on the verge of death. Either way, fine by me give the boy some tape", said the Host.

Ok, so I hope this works a little idea I have. " So can we start back from our corners... way back ...far... over there...please", I said.

Just as fast as she shrugged her shoulders, we moved back to our corners, and the match began. Like the first time, my opponent rushed towards me, the crowd roaring to the fullest. Expect, this time, I taped a lot of trash into balls. The first three I threw were like rubber balls bouncing off a brick wall, a little pressure but no damage. Now the fourth one had a sharp piece of metal in it. That plus a bit of force had him stumbling, which created the perfect opportunity. With no hesitation, I burst into a sprint leaping just a bit to raise my knee and raise my elbow out, almost like a pointy shield covering my body, lanching towards my opponent's chest. One of the moves I learned called "Inward Elbow-Knee Strike" yeah, I never said I executed it perfectly, but I have to say, it was pretty effective. I stabbed him in the stomach and took an eye. That's right, those baby knives I was given I taped them to my right elbow and right knee; ill show you a strategist. Clever, I know. Maybe that's why the crowd is silent and looking clueless at a time like this. About the other guy, yes, he's bleeding like crazy, freaking out about his eye. Most important, I think I might have won this match because...wait a minute, NOPE HE'S GRABBING HIS HUMUNGOUS AXE, HE'S MOST DEFINITELY PISSED.

" Hey, Hey buddy, let's not do anything rash, right, excuse me, is there any timeouts... excuse me, hello," I said. "You just cut this man in the eye. You seriously think I'm about to give you a timeout," said the Host.

So, it just got real, and I'm pretty sure by the way he's the swing that ax, he does care about my safety nor his safety at the moment. It's hard to think when he's rushing towards me with that ax held high. I need to find a way to get rid of that ax. He swung the ax all crazy; I wasn't sure how he would swing it towards me, so the best option was to duck and sidestep at once. Just in case he turns to chop me in half or swings to plant in my head. Once on his side, I decided to grab the ax. We ended up tussling, which wasn't a good idea because he chose to put both hands on the ax pushing toward me, choking me with the hilt.

Remembering that his eye was damaged, I stuck my finger deep in his injured eye socket. I was causing him to back off a little while I used the opportunity to kick him in the stomach while simultaneously snatching the ax. Like we all know, I raised the ax high, and with all my strength, I brought down justice and ended this fight.

Which is a lie... I raised the ax and swung it, yes, but my aim was off. The ax was heavier than I thought, so I decided to ditch the ax. So how did this come to an end? Believe it or not, I used the old reliable Muay Thai, Kickboxing Clinch. In the midst of holding his eye, I grabbed his head, controlling his movements while kicking the knee, throwing him off balance, and guided his head right into my modified knee *wink wink*.

CASE CLOSED.

His body dropped, and immediately the Host raised her hand, and a bunch of people ran in, splitting into small groups. Some cleared the body, another prepared the next match, and the last group escorted me out of the arena and took me to where my brothers were kept. Two people were heading into the cage as I was coming out.

" Aye, it's good to see you, man. I thought we lost you", said Ace. " What exactly happened out there? We heard a lot of commotion", said Titus. In the midst of me explaining, you could hear a bunch of yelling. " Wait, be quiet for a second," I said. The sound was coming from the cage.

" Are you people crazy? I'm not about to hit a girl, let alone beat her to death, just sick", said the man. " Please... Please let us go. I won't tell, I swear", said the woman in a whimpering voice. " So your telling me you guys won't entertain me by fighting to the death? Man, well, there are two small problems here. See, I promise these people a good night, you know. There has to be some kind of entertainment for one. Two somebody has to die", said the Host. She lifted her hand, all five fingers spread wide.

" Here's what I'm going to do. We're going to shoot at you from five different directions, so run around and try not to get hit by a bullet... Ready... Go".

Rapid gunshot sounds off until you hear the clicks of an empty magazine.

" You idiots, this is why you don't get paid; you do my dirty work like henchmen because thinking is too hard for you. I simply said shot AT them from five different directions. Not shot them from five different directions. On top of that, you all emptied your clips, shooting them down like dogs. They were p**sies at best. HAHA, clean this mess and bring in the next pair. HAHA, hopefully, you idiots do that right", said the Host, laughing like a lunatic.

Hours passed, match after match, murder after murder. I started to wonder why the only two people who haven't been in that hell hole are Titus and Ace.

The Host: " Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready for our last show for tonight, a real Grand of Grand Finales. A two-on-one match. Tonight we have, A man who received a beating from 7 of my guys, took out 3 of them with his teeth, survived me unloading my entire clip, and still got back up". " THE GOD OF DEATH, " GODRIC

The crowd goes bizarre, Godric! Godric! Godric!

The Host: " The Two he will be facing are siblings, brothers at that. Bring out-

ACE AND TITUS! The Host looked towards my way, lighting a cigar," Now those are some names, aren't they? Chief Tray, Tray- "Tray, Tray, wake up, bro," said Ace." Wha... What happened? Where am I" I said. "You're at home; you just fainted out of nowhere," said Titus.

*Tv static*

"We have to go, man. It's getting crazy out there," said Ace. Lock the doors board the windows move... move to grab the guns", I said. Everyone started to scramble each person with a task. " Here are the guns bro," Titus said. "Bro, where the hell is the bullets," I said. " We .... we shot them all on fourth of July", Titus said hesitantly. " Bro, who is we, and this is why I say, stop touching my sh*t bro, how you gone shot all the bullets but don't have money to replace them," I retorted." It was Ace and me". " No, don't say my name, keep my name out your mouth," said Ace.

Knock, Knock, Knock...

"Wait... This... This just happened... The knock on the door, the windows, and the kidnapping", I said. RUN! " What, you not making since, who got kidnapped-- " I F*UCKING SAID RUN, GO GO GO"!