Beverly Hills Docks
"In just a few seconds he should be here".
Door bursts open with Jason coming in with a 3-foot steel rod.
"WITZER SHOW YOURSELF!"
Just then a slender man with a triangle-shaped face, black goatee, wearing a white tuxedo, top hat, shoes, red shirt, black gloves, and holding a cane came forward. Standing smugly on a staircase.
"You called?"
Jason turned in alarm and grimaced at the man.
"Ah, so you must be Jason" Witzer responded.
"Talk, What do you think you're doing going after my mom?"
"Consider that my invitation to you, we have gotten familiar with your ways."
"What are you talking about?" Jason gritting his teeth.
Witzer then pulls up a video screen with footage of Jason fighting his men on the beach, men in the tournament including Harry Bowles.
Jason narrowed his eyes at Witzer.
"How did you know all of this?"
"Who do you think was the one who organized it?"
"YOU!" Jason glared.
"Don't look at me, I wasn't the one who was fighting. It was a great show until you decided to be a good little boy."
Jason then looked down angrily.
"You used and put many people in danger for your own gain."
"SO WHAT" Witzer added.
Jason clenched his fists.
Witzer then smirked.
"I see that you are now in a fighting mood. Therefore, I arranged for a challenge directly for you."
Witzer pulled up a Widescreen TV screen and turned it on, revealing a disturbing sight to Jason.
His mother was shown wrapped around in chains hanging off of a tall building while two men are preparing the chains to drop.
Jason's eyes widened in horror before turning to Witzer in rage.
"If you can get past at least 4 of my men, I will let your mother go. But no weapons, Jason" Witzer snickered. "And no spies will be here to pick you up now."
Just then 4 men came out of the shadows and surrounded Jason.
Although the men were a few inches taller, Jason had grown an inch and a half and gained some upper body strength throughout the year, which gave him a good and balanced boost in leg and arm power.
Jason felt his adrenaline shoot up, now he had more reason to fight for his own defense and the defense of his mother.
The men were ready to pounce with intensity similar to a cheetah about to pounce on a gazelle.
After a deep breath, Jason steadied himself as he took off his jacket and got into his fighting stance. With the stakes real high, he had to do it fast.