Chapter 3
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Hello dear readers,
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The club, hidden in the basement of an unassuming building in a decaying urban neighborhood, operates under the guise of a late-night bar. Upon descending the dimly lit, narrow staircase, patrons are greeted by the oppressive smell of sweat, blood, and stale alcohol
At the center of the basement is a crudely constructed fighting ring, surrounded by a throng of rough-looking men and women, all shouting and placing bets.
The fighters, often desperate individuals indebted to the mafia, are pitted against each other in brutal, no-holds-barred matches. There's no referee, and the only rule is survival.
The walls are lined with shadowy figures, mafia enforcers watching over the proceedings with cold, calculating eyes, ready to quell any sign of dissent.
In the corners, dimly lit booths host clandestine meetings where deals are struck and debts are settled. The atmosphere is charged with tension, as violence lurks just beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.
This is a place where the line between
life and death is razor-thin, and every night could be the last for someone.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Bowing slightly* Noah... it's an honor to have you here. We don’t often get visits from someone of your... standing.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Glancing around with a faint smirk* Cut the formalities, Mark.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
I’m here for business. Heard you've got a few decent fighters.❄❄
Mark ( fight club owner )
Absolutely, absolutely. *Gestures towards the ring* Take a look at what's going on right now, Mr. Noah.
Mark ( fight club owner )
Our best fighter – a man with years in the ring, ruthless as they come – against a 17-year-old newcomer.
Mark ( fight club owner )
It’s... *Chuckles nervously* quite the spectacle.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Raises an eyebrow* A kid against a seasoned fighter? You're really putting a show on, huh? What’s special about this boy? ❄❄❄
Mark ( fight club owner )
*In mind*
💭 Are not You a kid too? 💭
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Leans in, almost whispering* This kid, sir... he’s something else. Pure instinct, raw talent.
Mark ( fight club owner )
We barely taught him the ropes, but he fights like he’s been at it for years.
Mark ( fight club owner )
Got fire in him, and no fear. Just... doesn't know when to quit.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Leaning forward, intrigued* A kid? Against Rex? Brave or just foolish?
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Chuckling nervously* Maybe both, sir.
Mark ( fight club owner )
But I think you’ll like his spirit. Got that... fire. But Rex—he’s a beast. This kid doesn’t stand a chance.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Glancing over, nervously* Would you care to watch, Signore?
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Smiling* That’s why I’m here, Mark.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
Let’s see if this “fire” you talk about is worth my time.❄❄❄
The two men watch as the fight unfolds.
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