A Fight

It didn't take long for a tall thin man with a mean look to enter the stage and starting announcing.

"A very pleasant evening to all the ladies and gentlemen to the yet another fight today. I assume everyone knows the rules but I'll still say them once. This is a fight where one wins only when his opponent is unconscious or unable to move. Of course killing is prohibited but we all know accidents happen and lastly no weapons."

"WOOHHH!!!"

"YEAHHHH!!"

"Alright with that let's start with our first fight of the night."

Soon many fights started taking place with fighters challenging each other but the level of all these fights was really mediocre. All were fighting like the wild street fight and was boring enough that almost all of them didn't even register the fight.

"Now ladies and gentleman welcome THEEE MASONNN!!!"

Well this guy apparently gained many viewers. He has a 18 win streak after all.

"And the first challenge is the 8 time winner WEAVERRR!!!"

"YEAHHHH!!!"

"With that let's fight, GO!!"

As soon as the referee gave the sign Weaver immediately ran with his thin figure towards Mason who is a 6ft bald fatty. He immediately tried to crouch down and hit him with an upper cut but didn't make a difference. He then kept throwing a volley of punches everywhere around his large figure which just caused some ripples to form on his fat body. It didn't take long for him to punch back straight in the jaw and knocking him out cold in just one punch. Well, that explains his win streak but he didn't stop there and kept punching the guy till he became limp.

"And we have a winner MASSONNN!!"

"GOOD FIGHT!"

"BRAVO!"

"You sure about it?!" asked Mr. Chen in concern.

"Don't worry." I reassured.

"Now we have a new challenger who for the first time will be fighting. THE BOOGEYYMANNN!!!"

"BOOHH!!"

"KILL HIM!!"

"F*king TRASH !!"

I ignored all the remarks and just handed my jacket along with the pistol to Mr. Chen.

"Would you take care of it." I asked to which he agreed.

I then went inside the ring while looking at a ugly ass Mason staring at me while did some stretches and jumps to relax my muscles. I completely ignored all my surroundings and just focused on my opponent who by the way was screaming with his foul odor at me.

"GAAAHH!"

"UFF.... b*stard can't you brush." I screamed which got him irritated and more angry. Well not my fault.

He ignored me and ran towards me with his big body in a brawler style to which I too ran towards him and soon as we reached a few feet apart I slid below him to between his legs and immediately stood up and using his back as an anchor mounted him from his back and gave a strong blow to his head with my elbow.

The blow did a number on 'The Mason' and left him staggering for a few seconds but I didn't stop to take advantage of this and immediately started giving powerful kicks at the pectoral muscles of his legs leaving him further wobbling and unable to walk properly.

"HOLY F*CK! YOU SEE THAT?!" cried a spectator to the person sitting beside him.

"F*CK, my money. WTF is that pig doing. I'll loose my money." said another random spectator.

Similar cries of awes, anger and envy sounded everywhere while contemplating on how easily I had already brought the 'pig' on his knees.

"Interesting, Might be beneficial." said a short stoic man with a long nose in one of the private rooms.

Unknown to the various thoughts of the spectators I continued my assault on the poor pig and as soon as he was on his leg I with full force gave a full frontal kick straight to the back of his head hitting a vital point rendering him unconscious.

"Fuuh... It was harder than I thought."

"...AND WE HAVE THE WINNER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE BOOGEYYMANNN DEFEATING THE CHAMPION THE MASONN!!"

"WOOOHHHH!!!"

"F*CCCKKKKK!!!"

"MY MONEYY!!"

"YEAHHHH!!!"

***

"So Mr. Chen how much did I make?" I asked approaching him who had an ecstatic look on his face.

"Marcus! You were excellent. By the end of the fight the stakes reached to 1:30 and I immediately bet your $1125. That means you made around $32,750 taking the borrowed money."

"Not bad I might fight some time later to make more cash sometime later and as for introducing me here I'll tell you next time I fight."

"Really! That'll be great. Thank you Marcus."

***

After checking the money and exchanging pleasantries for the last time with Mr. Chen I immediately left from there and made my way to a nearest electronics store where I got myself a simple keypad phone for now and a laptop worth $700, a gaming series one so I could have the appropriate processing power to do what I used to do in my last life as a profession, Hacking but a different kind of. It took another $50 for the fastest connection with unlimited data for a year.

After buying these I made my way to a realtor to get myself a flat. At first I thought of buying one but the one's in my budget are available only in the worst part of the city so I settled with renting an apartment opposite the Gotham P.O.

Hmm, some would consider why? Well of course to raid all the forgotten money of the patriots of the city. It was just lying there in dust so I like a good citizen decided to take all that money the moment I saw the P.O across this apartment.

But before that there was a much important business and that was setting up a account in the Swiss Bank and creating an account on the dark web to get jobs as a freelancer. Everyone knows what kind.