Spike Speeder of course had no interest in Calvin's reality while his life was at stake. The pit fighter took a stance to prepare to lunge at Spike for a split second, but that was all the quick thinking net jockey needed to sidestep the goon, sending his foe's ugly countenance into the concrete walls of the pit.
Meanwhile, Moe's friend, another dumb jerk with more body hair than brain cells whose name Calvin never bothered to learn, charged forward, trying to pounce on Calvin. Thankful for the anti-social recreational activities of his tiger for the first time in his life, Calvin easily dodged the lunging bully, sending him face first into mat. Calvin's problems weren't quite over though. He had no idea what to do with his prone opponent, and that hesitation was all that was needed to turn the tide against him.
Spike wasn't having any better luck. Lacking any better options, Spike took a blind, frenzied swing at his enemy, but this time he wasn't quite fast enough, and the big ugly grabbed his arms in a vise like grip that caused Spike to wince. It hurt like hell, much to the cheers of the roaring crowd. The pit fighter twisted Spike arm behind his back, before grabbing the other arm with another hideous grin that was an ill omen if Spike ever saw one.
Still clutching Spike's skinny arms in his massive canned ham arms, Morris' pit fighter lifted Spike off the ground and then began to spin Spike around like the hacker was a rag doll, eventually releasing Spike before coming to a halt. Spike hit the concrete edge of the pit with a sickening thud, only to be rolled back into action as the pit fighter prepared for another round of attacks.
Calvin wasn't too badly hurt, but getting tossed out of the wrestling ring like a basketball didn't do much for his health either. The rest of the boys, lined up around the wrestling mat, didn't hesitate to push Calvin back into the brawl as the coach looked on with a passive expression, seeming unmoved by the excessive violence occurring on his watch. Calvin only groaned as his torments continued.
Morris' buddy, dim as he seemed, was obviously bright enough to realize that Spike was at his mercy, as Spike could fathom no other reason that his opponent would take his time to twists Spike's already aching legs into shapes that were just barely within the human range of movement. As his nerves screamed about the pain he was in, Spike absently wondered if maybe he'd crawl out of the pit with legs twisted into pretzels like they would in old flat-vid cartoons. Still fearing for his lift, Spike managed to find it in himself to thrash blindly and frantically as his legs were being contorted, rather like a fish caught on a hook. For his trouble, Spike gained nothing more than a few more pains. This was going to be a long fight.
Calvin hissed softly until the moment that Moe's fellow simian goon released him from a leg lock, and it was all he could do to try and regain his footing. It hurt like hell though. Same as it would in the Sprawl.
Back in the Sprawl, Spike's opponent backed up a few steps before charging at Spike again. Kicking himself for not buying those second hand auto-injector cyber parts and loading them with painkillers, Spike didn't have it in him to evade this charge, taking the full force of a body blow to his lanky frame. Needless to say, it also hurt like hell, and the pounding headache that followed didn't help either. It was then that his opponent towered over Spike, his stride and expression screaming about his confidence in Spike's loss and gloating about his own prowess.
"You're gonna die, Speeder," he almost grunted, "But I'm in a good mood, so I'll kill you quick like, but it ain't gonna be easy. Maybe next lifetime you'll think twice before crossin' guys who're better 'en you."
"It ain't over 'til it's over," Spike said as one quote alone came to him.
"Oh, believe you me Spike, it's over."
Spike didn't bother responding to that, opting only to send his foot into the pit fighter's groin as fast and hard as he could, his blood pumping furiously through his body. The guy eeped once before clutching at his package, staggering a bit before loosing his footing. Spike only rose to his feet to look down on his fallen enemy, ready to deliver the killing blow and end this madness until a sudden blast of police sirens engulfed the underground arena, sending the Sprawl residents running. Spike was still dazed by a combination of, even as he was being arrested for the second time in the same day. The only thought that could pierce the mental haze was hoping that he could survive by proving self defense again.
The coach blew on his whistle for the first time in the entire match, which Calvin vaguely recognized as hypocritical having be thrown around the mat and twisted like a jump rope. That didn't stop the coach from grabbing Calvin and dragging him back to Mr. Cantle's office, muttering something about Calvin being a trouble maker. Had he not been hurting as much as he was, Calvin might have been infuriated at the double standard he was getting screwed over by, but having just barely survived his encounter with Moe's buddy, he was too tired and relieved to care.