The Fight And Breed?

I saw the blood dripping down there back. I tasted the blood in my mouth. I looked at my owner quickly regreting it instantly as my opponent latched to my hind right leg causeing me to yelp. With a disapproveing look from my owner knowing this meant a beating was on the way soon after. I snapped my jaws in warning to witch he ignored. I twisted around grabbing him under the throat. At this he let go falling limp in my jaws. I released my grip on him and took my place with my all black paw on his ribs and my white with flecks of black grey leg bent at the knee ine the air lifting my head up howling.

"And another win by sabueso del infierno! The hell hound!" crackled the loud speaker. It's amazing how this is illegal but they get the money to buy this stuff and to think that no one would ever think its fishy to hear it when they drive by. To be honest it's kind of funny. They have only had one run in with the law and they just said that they came acrost a duling pair and got them moved here fast so no one would get hurt as it was an old building. The police believed it. That was enough to boost the confidence of fighting here. My owner walked up to me putting a spike collar and a black leather leash around my neck. The collar had been chosen as it had a chain dangling from it so if need be she could keep me from pulling on the leash. as we walked out my nose twitched followed by me stoping and droping to a defence stance while snarling. As my owner realised I had stoped a dark figure walked out and over to us. I stayed between the intruder and my owner. As he decended over to us I felt two quick taps on my head with my owners index finger. I relaxed a bit standing next to my owner with my right leg infront of her showing off my flecks of black grey on it.

"Ever consider breeding that there mutt?"

"All the time only thing is I need the money from her fights and can't give the extra to get her knocked up,"was her reply.

"What if I told you I knew someone that would pay you to let him knock her up with his best fighter?"

"I'd say were the hell is he."

"My number call tomorrow at noon sharp." He said handing her a card. I was prossesing this all. She was going to get payed to let someone breed there best fighter to me. What about my say? As if she would never in her life let this opportunity go out the window. when we got home she locked me in the basment. None of us were locked in cages as she thought we could get in fights for all she cared it would make us stronger. All the walls and floors were sound proof anyway. We couldn't wake her nor draw attention. why would she care?