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The mass of crowd cheered, booed and jeered all at the same time as the man known simply as the "Monster" walked down the concrete floor into the arena space. The arena was situated in an abandoned car park near to the 'training centre'. It was large, dark and damp, and even had a few old cars in it, a broken down ford, a burnt out chassis of a business van, and even a eighteen wheeler carriage had been set up into a spectators area of sorts.

The actual arena consisted of an octagonal mat placed on the concrete, surround by tall and hard steel chain-link fence, with hatches where close people in the crowd could slip weapons in and hope the referee wouldn't notice. While anything to do with fighting was allowed, punches to the mouth, low blows etc, and weapons were not allowed. About from a few matches that is.

Many of the crowd were bored businessman, some looking for profit, some destined to lose all the money they had. What they hadn't expected that night was a death.

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I clenched my fists tightly on the steering wheel hard, staring at the thick rain splattering against my windscreen. The windscreen wipers were doing no good, but at least I had achieved in one thing.

I had managed to pick up Freya Holiday from a free newspaper 'modelling' agency. Practically perverts. After I had explained about the order, and how the deaths were following it, she was all too quick to believe me, and had decided to come along with me while I looked for James.

Luckily, I knew where he was because his face was plastered everywhere, advertising his fight with 'The Monster'. The posters said to come to the 'usual' place, to stop police from raiding on the well-known yet never-caught fighting arena. Only problem was I didn't know where the hell it was.

I took a deep breath, resisting the urge to smash into the bonnet of the slow car in front of me. But, then again, I should have been happy. I'd learned that Tom had found Vincent – albeit very drunk. I got Freya, and I was soon, though I didn't know it then, to find James.

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At that moment, Tom was getting very irritated with Vincent, who kept on muttering about 'pink ponies coming to kill us all'. Tom read the text message again, cursing his luck. He had to go and meet up with me by a restaurant.

"Shut up!" the usual nervous Tom exclaimed, clutching his head in pain from a headache.

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"And, coming to the ring, weighing a total of 245 pounds, and standing at 6 foot 4 inches tall... 'The Pure Bred' King!" the announcer exclaimed into his microphone, causing a huge roar from the crowd at the fan favourite. King had only ever lost one fight, but that was his first fight. No-one ever expected him to get to the minor leagues, let alone competing for the belt.

James, or 'King' as he was known, walked into the arena, which was locked and barred, making sure that they wouldn't escape. It was a fight to unconsciousness, and sometimes even risked the Referees lives.

Little did anyone knew, the locking and barring had caused a couple of rusted screws from two sides of a panel of fence started to come lose.

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I sat in the restaurant, sipping my coffee, staring into the menu, but not actually reading it. Freya was twiddling her thumbs, and I was well aware of the awkward silence. The restaurant seemed out of place from the section it was in. An empty car parking lot opposite the restaurant and next to that was a long-unused warehouse.

The wind roared as I could sense a storm was coming, and I wasn't a great noise.

Freya finally stood up and broke the silence. "I'm going to try and get a smoke in."

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I raised my eyebrows. "One, you smoke, and two, in this weather?"

"I don't usually, but I feel depressed kinda today. Also, there's a cover just outside, it should light up eventually." Freya said, before nodding to a waitress and opened the doors, letting a large buffet of wind mess everyone with long hair's hairstyle up.

I watched with grim amusement as she flicked her lighter, only for it to flicker out in the wind. She looked so freezing while wearing only a tank-top and jeans with trainings, but I nodded to her 'bravery'. Or idiocy. I'm not sure which. I suddenly jerked slightly out of my seat when Freya walked into the road, before stepping back, totally unaware a car had nearly ran her over. She raised the back of cigarettes up, using the top of the lid as cover from the wind, when it was suddenly blown out of her hands.

"Shit!" I heard her curse, before the cigarette box closed itself and spun through the air, into the car parking lot. I quickly stood up as she ran towards to car park, before running out of the doors.

"Hey! Freya, come back!" I called out, but she either ignored me, or didn't hear me. With a sigh, I followed her down to the car park, not knowing of the scene about to meet my eyes.

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James panted, strafing to the left to avoid a hook from Monster. Blood seeped down his nose, and one eye was fluttering shut, but at least he was in a better condition than Monster. Monster's finger was breaking; his was missing a couple of teeth and most likely a testicle. James suddenly knee-d forward, straight in the groin of Monster, earning a lot of "ooh!"s from the crowd.

"There goes another one..." James muttered, and moved back, and faced the entrance, before his eyes widened. 'What's that freak terrorist doing here?'

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At that moment, Tom was very nearly at the restaurant. He could see the looming hulk of the abandoned car park described by me, and went to turn into the restaurant lot when suddenly Vincent lurched forward, looking half demented in his full clown get-up.

"Watch out... for the pink... ponieshhes..." he slurred, jumping forward through the gap between the seats and grabbing Tom's steering wheel.

"Woah! Get off!" Tom yelled, trying to wrestle to wheel from Vincent's grasp. Tom's foot pressed against the accelerator, but also sharply twisted sideways, scraping against the corner of the car park and starting to move down the ramp at fast speeds, straight towards the arena.