"Well, Well, Well! It seems our Black Fang has done it again! Much like his father, with a brutal method Nikolai Volkov crushed his opponents! For those interested, his final fight of the week will be on Friday Night! TWO days from now!"
The announcer's voice reverberated through the Arena.
A booming noise that made Nikolai's head throb with a sharp pang.
Nikolai's arms dangled, blood dripping onto the arena floor as the roaring crowd celebrated. Likely, many people chose to bet on him. He did too. Yet, the joy and exhilaration of the fight, like last time, didn't come.
The dull throbbing of the tiger woman's claws grew stronger.
"Ngh...!"
He staggered to the cage door with screaming muscles and a bruised cheek, the feeling a little dull as he left the Arena.
"Shit. He did it."
"Really! I bet on him!"
"He looked brutal! Imagine dating him?"
