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them.  I’m done with all their shit.  I’m not going to do what they want me to do.  I’m not going to kill this person.
    “And we have our champion, Lucius The Angel of Death White.” 
    Lucius looks angry.  He looks like someone pissed in his cornflakes.  Maybe it’s the scar down his cheek, or the one over his lips, or his deep-set eyes.  It looks like he tried to tattoo a teardrop under his eye, but his skin is so dark it’s not very visible. 
    He’s taller than me, and probably has a longer reach.  But he’s got a few more pounds, and I’m all lean muscle.  Not that I intend to fight back.  I won’t.
    We’re both wearing our prison issue pants.  I’m wearing the shirt too, but he isn’t.  He’s arrogant, and cocky.  He has been the champion for months.  How many men has he killed in that time?  And now it’s my turn.  I guess he’s going to kill me too.  I’m ready. 
     
    Lani
     
    He places a bandana in my mouth, then pulls me out of the car.  I try to struggle, I move my head from side to side, but my hands are cuffed behind my back, and there’s not much I can do.  I’m suddenly reminded of what Sammy said. I need to go along with it so I don’t get hurt. 
    So I walk beside him, as he has a firm grip on my wrists.  Then I hear doors open, and I know I’m in a crowd.  I hear people talking, there’s music in the background, and it smells like a dirty litter box.  The bandana over my eyes is removed, and I find I’m standing beside De Soto in an empty warehouse, with fold-out metal seats surrounding a boxing ring smack dab in the middle of a cage made of fence. 
    I’m standing by the door, so I’m at the back of the crowd.  De Soto grabs my shirt, and pulls me toward a set of steps, and drags me up them, then into an abandoned office.  I hear people in the room beside us.  He doesn’t leave me alone, like I could scream anyway.  So I move toward the window, and look down into the ring. 
    Two men face each other, wearing gray prison issue clothing.  One of them is black, dark as night, and shirtless.  He’s bald, and huge, and full of muscles.  He’s good looking, like really good looking, and he probably knows it.  He looks confident, already raising his arms over his head. 
    The other guy, he looks like a mountain man.  His hair is long and curly, and his beard is down to his chest.  He’s hairy, and dark, his hair and his skin, but he’s not black.  He’s… I don’t know what he is.  He’s slightly shorter than the black guy, but wider, and covered in tattoos.
    The man with the microphone in the center of the ring steps out, and the door to the cage is closed.  The black guy walks toward the mountain man, and throws a punch.  It lands under the mountain man’s chin, and his head barely moves.  He stands there, like an oak tree, and doesn’t sway.  The black guy looks shocked for a moment, then throws another punch.  The mountain man still doesn’t flinch.
    “You’re going home with the winner.  Roman asked for the prettiest girl, and White asked for the newest.  Lucky for you, you’re both,” De Soto says from behind me. 
    “What!?”  I try to scream.  But I’m fucking gagged.  I can’t punch De Soto, because I’m cuffed.  So I just stand there, and watch.
    “Yea, you’re going to have the fucking night of your life.  And I do mean fucking.”  De Soto chuckles
    I scream again, but it’s muffled.  Fucking gag.
     
    Tony
     
    “You hit like a bitch.  My ex-wife hits harder than you.”  I have to say it loud, because the crowd is fucking screaming his name.  “You’re pathetic.”  He hits me once more, and I’m afraid he might’ve hurt his fist.  Jesus Christ, if he’s going to kill me with his punches it’s going to take all day.
    He steps back, and tries to dance around like he’s Mohammed Ali. 
    I roll my eyes.  “Just fucking hit me, for Christ’s sake.” 
    He steps up, and takes another