Potential

Tommy was comfortable and relaxed against the soft leather of the seats inside of his limo. Ken on the other hand looked rather uncomfortable as he sat across from Tommy fidgeting and shaking rather uncontrollably.

" So tell me why they want you dead again?" asked Tommy

"A long time ago I had a job as a middle man for some mafia families including the leones by managing their Casino. I unwillingly got involved in some deep shit with some beef between the sindaccos and the Leones, and I got myself out of it. What was I supposed to do! Wait until one day I found myself in some cement shoes? No way! Oh and they suspect that I had something to do with their Casino being robbed." Said Ken

"Did you have something to do with their casino being robbed?" asked Tommy

" No! Well yes, but...well... I mean I didn't plan it or involve myself in the robbery!" Said Ken

"Oh yeah? Then who did?" Asked Tommy

"A guy named Carl. Now that guy kinda reminded me of you! Except for you being white and him being black and all, but I owe that guy my life! He went all Rambo against those Sindaccos allowing me to avoid getting my fucking head blown off! I havent seen or heard from him in a long time though."

"Is that right?" Asked Tommy

"Tommy, I've been spooked out before, but now im really starting to shit bricks here. You've got to help me. Many's a favor I've done for you."Said Ken

"Don't worry pal. I've got you covered." Said Tommy

"Mr. Vercetti, we're here." Said the Chauffeur

"Ken, just exactly where are we?" Asked Tommy

"Well you said you like to watch a good fight right? Well we're here." Said Ken

The Chauffeur parked the limo into a lot that was filled with cars of all the sorts, from trashy bobcats and dingy stallions, to the cheetahs, and Turismos and all the high class and luxurious. The chauffeur got out from her driver's seat and opened the door allowing Tommy to walk out.

"Looks like a factory to me." Said Tommy as he patted at the female chauffeur's backside

"Cmon lets go in." Said Ken

Walking towards the factory entrance, both men were stopped by a guard standing at the door.

"Pass please?" Asked the Tall, burly door man

Tommy cocked his head and gave the guard a rather intimidating look, while Ken shuffled around his pocket pulling put a white card with a red fist drawn onto it. Eyeing the card, the stocky doorman moved to the side and held the door open.

"Enjoy."

Tommy followed Ken down the hall and once ken opened the door, Both men entered a huge arena filled with lots of people cheering and shouting. Looking further, he could see a fight going on in a caged section down below in the middle of the room.

"Interesting." Said Tommy

A strikingly beautiful female emerged from the crowd of spectators and walked over to Ken.

"Tommy this is someone I'd like you to meet. This is Irina Peterov. San Andreas current number one dealer for illegal arms. She's also the head organizer and sponsor of these fight events. Irina this is..."

Irina interrupts his statement by gently shoving Ken out the way to stand facing Tommy.

"I know you are. The notorious Mr. Vercetti himself. Your reputation precedes you Mr. Tommy. It's a pleasure to have you here." Said Irina in a soft Russian accent.

"The pleasure is all mine. Interesting event you've got going on here." Said Tommy

" Welcome to The Lion's Den. An illegal freestyle fist to fist fighting tournament is very profitable. You can either place your bet on a fighter, or make double by bringing in a fighter of your own to compete. Minimum bet is 200 and rest goes from there. The fight ends when the fighter either gets knocked out, forfeits, or dies. You've made it just in time for the main event where some of my best fighters are to compete. Why not try your luck and place a bet?" Asked Irina

" I just might do that." Said Tommy

Mike rotated his neck and cleared his mind as his fight handler, Old Mitch taped brass knuckle rings around each of his finger.

"They wont even notice a thing" Said Old Mitch

"You know, I can do this fight easily without exacerbating any extra damage." Said Mike

"Well the big bet I set places you against our opponents top fighter. Its too much money to risk so the rings are staying on. I don't expect for our opponent to play fair anyway." Said the Handler

"Oh really? Whose our opponent?"

"Irina."

"You bet against the top fight organizer of this whole event?" Asked Mike

"C'mon Mike. I know we can take her. Besides, Irina thinks too much of herself. She needs to be taken down a peg or two. A Woman with too much ambition needs a constant reminder of who's in charge." Said Old Mitch

"Which one of her top fighters am I going to face against?"

"Long"

"The Asian martial arts guy ?"

"You could take him with no problem. All those fancy flips and useless footwork only works in movies. They don't count for shit in the ring. With your MMA and boxing techniques, he should be not a problem at all . Don't worry about it Mikey Boy."

"That fancy footwork you talk about has earned him 21 knockouts with two being deaths and no losses." Asked Mike

Irina escorted Tommy and Ken to some seats where they could perfectly see the fighting arena below.

"One of my top fighters are to compete against one fighter who is currently undefeated. Sadly, his winning streak is going to change as of today." Said Irina as she placed a cigarette onto a stick and lit it.

Tommy watched as a man jumped into the fighting arena wearing a black tank top and black pants with his hands wrapped in white tape.

Jumping into the arena. Mike quickly prepped himself up with some quick arm and neck rotations.

"What has this old man gotten me into?" Thought Mike

Mike watched as his opponent, Long give a nod to his manager Irina and jump into the arena. Long wore a red hoodie barely revealing his face along with loose red pants and red sneakers. He wasn't wearing any gloves. Once Long did a quick stretch and body rotation, he showed off his flexibility by effortlessly lifting one of his legs high into the air and keeping it up for several seconds. Once he let it down he jumped into a stylized martial arts stance. His expression was radiant with confidence

"He's just trying to psych you out. Beat that chink down." Yelled Mitch from the croud

Not a second after the bell rang, Long sprang like a bullet at Mike with double front kick. His foot landed square into Mike's chest. Once Long landed from his attack, he jumped at Mike, this time with a spinning roundhouse kick. His foot once again successfully made its mark, this time hitting Mike in the face. Mike literally did a 360 degree turn and hit the ground hard.

"Useless footwork huh?" Thought Mike

Mike quickly recovered from the ground and wiped the blood that slowly dripped from his nose. He tightly balled his fists and got back into his fighting stance. Long ran at him with a twisting heel kick but this time Mike successfully defended himself by ducking the attack and hit him with a quick jab in the face. Long staggered back, but still maintained his balance and stayed in his fighting stance.

After shaking off the attack, Long jumped at Mike with a combination of swift aerial kicks, but Mike protected himself better and dodged every single one. Long threw a roundhouse kick at Mike's chest, but Mike caught his leg under his arm and hit him in the face and stomach with two solid punches. Still holding his leg, Mike tried to throw another punch, Long hit Mike with a totally unexpected feat by jumping and throwing his leg up into a somersault, kicking him as he flipped backwards.

Mike staggered back almost falling to the ground.

"Mikey boy! Take his head off!" Said Mitch pointing at his hands

Long tried to spin and throw another kick, but before he could launch himself into the air, Mike found an opening right under the chin. Mike hit Long with a strong, hard uppercut. Long flew back and hit the ground hard. For a moment it seemed as if he was knocked out, but once Mike walked over to long's fallen form, Long suprised him with a sweep kick that knocked Mike square off his feet. Long quickly flipped up and tried to hit Mike with an axe kick, but Mike blocked with his forearms and hit him with a kick of his own that landed hard onto one of Long's knees. Long limped back holding his leg. The kick had proved effective against him. Mike smiled while getting up from the ground

"Now you wont be making as much of those fast moves." Said Mike

Long ran at Mike again, but instead of throwing a kick, Long crouched low and hit him with his forearm in the abdomen. Mike clutched his stomach tightly in serious pain. Long stood up and hit him with a palm strike, hitting his jaw and drawing forth some mouth blood. Long's attack with his forearm hurt him harder then he thought it would for a man of his size. He pondered why it hurt so much, then it hit him. When Long threw another palm strike, Mike caught his arm, then ripped the hoodie sleeve off of his arm to find a long iron bracer covering his forearm and wrist. Mike smiled showing bloodstained teeth.

"Time to end this."

Long tried to make a face attack with a spinning crescent kick, but Mike ducked and the moment Long spun back to meet Mike, He was met with a strong punch that hit Long straight in the face. Mike could feel the tissue disrupt and face bones crack under his fist. Long flew back and like a ragdoll, he flipped backwards and hit the ground face first. Blood pooled at the ground under Long's face. He was knocked out stone cold.

Mike raised up his hands as the victor, soaking up the loud crowd reaction. Mike watched as two men dragged Long's unconscious form pick up and out of the ring. Turning over to the other side of the ring he saw the look on Irina's face. She was hot with anger.

"Dammit." Hissed Irina.

Old Mitch threw a towel and a bottle of water down to Mike and walked over to the where Irina sat.

"Well Ms. Petroleum, I think you owe us some money." Said Old Mitch

"Yes. Come with me for your reward. If you two will excuse me, I must depart." Said Irina as she rose from her seat and

"Ken. I think that we've just found a potential enforcer." Said Tommy

As Mike climbed up from out the ring, Tommy walked over to meet him.

"That was an interesting show you put on down there." Said Tommy

"Thanks."

"My name's Tommy Vercetti. Me and my organization are looking for some new blood and Im wondering if you're interested in taking up a job with us. You can make a lot of money working for us." Said Tommy as he handed Mike a card from out his pocket.

"Sounds good." Said Mike

"Alright then. Ken lets head out."

Mitch followed Irina outside where she handed him an open envelope stuffed full of cash.

"10 grand. All there." Said Irina

"That'll teach ya to try and pit someone against my fighter." Said Mitch

Once Mitch had taken the money, Irina left and walked towards the door of her parked limo. Mitch turned back and headed back inside the factory to share his victory with his fighter.

"Wait Mr. Mitch. I forgot your special bonus." Said Irina

"Special bonus?"

The second Mitch turned around, he was shot twice. As he fell to his knees holding his chest, he looked up to see Irina smiling from her car window with a smoking pistol in her hand. Mitch dropped down to the ground. As his life drained away, he slowly watched as Irina drove away.

Mike walked outside only to find his trainer lying face first on the ground dead. The prize money lay near him scattered out on the dirt, picking up in the wind.

Dona lie in the soft bed next to her assigned target Archie Lane- A notorious drug dealer who operated equally in all three areas of San Andreas. He was once partners and rumored lovers with fellow drug dealer Esteban Guerreros, but Archie got greedy and eventually both split ways. Both agreed to keep a truce only if both stay away from operating in each other's turf, but Archie's greediness refused him to obey. Which is why Esteban has called for Dona's services.

Dona was a extremely efficient and ruthless assassin who sold her talents to the highest bidder. She had learned that being a female assassin required one thing; femininity and the means to exploit it. Seduction and charm were her strong points and she used them whenever necessary to get the job done.

Dona, born in a struggling family with a abusing father, and a heroin addict mother, had to fight all her life to survive. When she was just an adolescent, her mom gave her up to child services, not being able to adequately take care of her child. Dona spent most of her child life moving from orphanage to orphanage with no friends or family. When she reached the age of 12, the last orphanage she would ever have to stay in was an institution where they kept all teenage girls.

One of the employees of the institution would let men pay to rape whichever any of the girls they chose. They made their choices at night, snatching the girls when they slept. Dona would always hide in a spot where they always overlooked so she was never taken. Because of her emptiness and reclusive manner, no family ever wanted to claim her, until one day she received a visitor.

"Hello Dona. My name Lucinda Wels. I know you're not much of a talker, but hopefully all of that will change. Im going to be your new guardian. With me, you'll be in a better environment where you will be taken care of. How does that sound?"

The next day she left with her new guardian to a living that proved far worse than ever before.

Lucinda was a cruel madam who took young females from orphanages and created them into desirable prostitutes. It was like being at a school for whores. Any girl who tried to resist, was beaten severely. Dona had no choice but to follow the rules. Once they were old enough, she would have them work. Although the pedophiles who preferred them young had to pay a larger fee. Dona's first experience was the most degrading moment in her life. Three agonizing years went by with the same lifestyle. At the age of 17, Dona decided that she had enough.

Her first kill was a short fat man who had a thing for young raven headed beauties. She caught him by suprise when she stabbed him in the throat with a metal nail filer. Her rage in killing him gave her a twisted arousal that she fathomed. She watched him slowly die in sheer excitement and bliss. Once he died, she stole his wallet stuffed with cash and escaped the brothel.

Her running got her all the way to Portland in Liberty City. While there, she decided to make a new start. Making a living on her own was indeed tough. She had found herself a job as a waitress at a diner. With her job she was able live in a small apartment in Hepburn heights. Her job proved to provide nothing but chump change and hardly even covered the cost of her monthly rent. She tried searching for a better job but she found herself stuck.

One day while waiting a table, she caught the eye of a customer. He constantly kept his sights on her as she walked around. After enough gawking Dona decided to walk over and address as to why he kept staring. He politely gave his name, Barry Daniels and described what he did for a living.

"I find beautiful women such as yourself and offer them a chance to star in movies. The pay for starring in movies is very good and im wondering if you're interested start a career as an actress." Asked Barry

Though Barry didn't specifically state what kind of movies that he found women to star in, she soon found out. The movies that he had in mind were porn movies that were sold in the underground industry. At first she thought of dropping the whole idea, but after deciding to start in her first movie, she found that her new "career" choice was very lucrative. She made steady amount of money signing a deal with Prawn Island studios. With her new job, she was able to buy a more suitable home and even a fancy red Comet.

While building a career in the porn industry, she received another offer to work for another underground industry called Valiant Video Enterprises. She saw that their money offer was indeed greater than the one's she worked with so she decided to transfer. The movie director got in contact with her and had wanted her to star in his movies . Thinking it was just another movie to appear and have sex in, she agreed for the role.

Little did she know what was what exactly kind of movies that Valiant videos usually film.

For the scene, she found herself in a large bedroom with three men. On one of the walls, she could see a hole with a camera lens. When the filming began all three men manhandled her and roughed her up a bit. The show that they gave was a little too real for comfort.

"You guys are hurting me." Said Dona

"We're supposed to. For the type of thing we're about to give, we expect you to hurt real bad. We're supposed to rape you." Said one of the men

They were right. The role that she played wasn't for some dialogue porn movie, it was a rape movie for the sick and twisted. Not wanting to take any part in the scene, Dona tried to leave, but the door was locked tight. The thought at them forcing her against her will rekindled old memories. The second one of the men reached out to touch her, Dona lashed out in a blind rage.

With every inch of herself she attacked all three, and when she was done one was beaten severely into shock and the other two were dead. After kicking the door in, Dona fled.

For three days straight she kept herself confined within the walls of her own home. Every night she cried thinking about what she had done. The feeling she got out of killing the men two tried to rape her was exhilarating, but at the same time she felt huge guilt. She even thought of taking her own life to escape the haunting pains. She thought that the police would be knocking at her door any minute now, but no one came.

One night while sleeping, she had gotten some unwelcome visitors. She awoke to the sound of an unusual noise that slowly and quietly echoed in her house. At first it seemed like it was nothing, but she knew that something was there. Whoever the intruder was, they knew how to bypass the security alarm she had installed into her home. She walked over to her bedroom door and slowly opened it to find a shadowy figure creeping up the stairs. She immediately closed her door and locked it tight, only to find her bedroom window to be wide open.

The minute the turned around to look in the room, someone grabbed her from behind. She tried to resist but the intruder kept a firm grip around her throat. Seconds later she felt a stinging prick in her neck, and then she immediately blacked out.

Dona woke up to find herself in an empty white room, stuck sitting in a chair. Her ankles were cuffed to the chair's legs, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. She didn't even bother trying to struggle. There was no way she was moving anywhere. Once a couple of minutes past, the door to the large room opened, and a formally dressed female appearing in her mid 40's stepped inside with a chair of her own.

"Good morning Ms. Hunter. I hope you slept well." Said the Mystery woman

"Who are you and what am I doing here?" Asked Dona in a demanding tone.

"My name is Lisa Carvier. I work for an underground criminal organization that requires your attention." Said Lisa

"What do you want with me?"

"Ms. Hunter, our organization recruits potential members and through proper training we turn them into assassins. After watching your recent performance, we're convinced that you could be a potential recruit." Said Lisa

"Recent performance? I don't know what the fuck you are talking about." Asked Dona

The second she made her statement, Lisa pressed a button to a remote control she carried. To the left of them, a section of the wall opened up in the center to reveal a television screen. After pressing another button, the television turned on to show a video. Dona remembered the area in the video all too well. She saw the woman being pushed around and roughed up by three men, then seconds later, the woman threw herself at the three, attacking each in berserker frenzy.

Dona moved her head in the other direction.

"Stop the video. Please." Pleaded Dona

Lisa pressed the button, turning off the power.

"They kept the camera's running?" Asked Dona

"Yes. But lucky for you, we've paid off the officials and retrieved the master copy before it was to be put into mass production. Don't worry. It's the only tape." Said Lisa

Dona let out a sigh of relief.

" You have exceptional talent that we can use. We want you to join us. The criminal underworld is in high demand for potential killers. Especially women. The money you can make is far beyond what you have been making from your past jobs." Said Lisa

"No."

"Where will you go? What will you do? What other options do you have? Will you go back to your job filming in another degrading video? Or how about maybe going back to Madam Lucinda's brothel? We're offering you a chance Ms. Hunter. You have potential, and we can show you how to use it to your gain if you let us. Talented people are capable of understanding us and what we do." Said Lisa

Dona hated to admit it, but Lisa was right. She had nothing else to go to, and with no job, she would end up with nothing.

"Okay. I'll do it." Said Dona

Accepting the offer, Dona packed her things and left her life behind and opened the door to a world of crime. For six months she went through gruesome training in many different fields. Exercises were crafted to capitalize and increase her natural ruthless brutality. She was lightly trained in martial arts that proved lethal in assassination such as aikido, silat, and vale tudo and had extensive weapons training from ballistics to melee. She was crafted into a tool for murder.

She rose high above the ranks and became one of the top assassins Lisa had. After a year, she had already earned hundreds and thousands of dollars, just as promised. While working as an assassin, she had become addicted to the life and death situations and soon grew a sexual, rather than purely financial motive for killing. After three years, her contract with Lisa's organization was over, and she was free to work for who she pleased. Her considerable skills allowed her to ask a high price for her services, and there were plenty of takers. She received job offers from hordes of clients. Lisa had given her considerable recommendations. Her jobs took her all across the world. She eventually ended up back in the states in San Andreas.

Archie Lane walked up from out the bed and went into the bathroom.

"Hey babe. So how was it? Was it as good as you as it was for me?" He asked

Dona rolled over to the night stand on the side of the bed and pulled a shiny stiletto dagger out of her purse.

"I don't know. Let me have some more and ill give you an answer." Said Dona

"Ill be more than obliged to."

The second Archie opened the bathroom door, Dona flung the dagger with expert aim at Archie, hitting him in the throat. Archie held his neck as blood gushed out profusely. Archie choked and fell to his knees, strangling as his life's blood drained from him. His lifeless body slumped and fell over.

After watching him die, Dona fell back into the bed, rolling around in the soft sheets smiling.

"Too bad. He wasn't a bad fuck." Said Dona

Sup fools. This is Tesuma. I owe you guys an apology. Im very sorry for taking so damn long for this chapter. Well you'll find that this chapter is longer than most and I had initially made one chapter, but since it was so long ill be breaking into two. Expect to see more soon.

Next chapter

Kendl makes a daring escape to Liberty City where she can be reunited with Caesar who has departed from San Andreas to protect her. Dan goes to settle the score with Andres Desmunde who is another one of the hitmen who were contracted by the Leone's. The place he goes is a church who apparently the killer is a pastor of. Once he hears Andres's plea, for the first time Dan questions whether he should pull the trigger, or stay his hand in forgiveness.