Afterlife

"Welcome to the Afterlife!" as the loud booming voice travelled through the room the audience went into an uproar with nude women and drunks shouting wildly. Joey had to make do with his spot in the back.

He didn't dare shout any bets because shouting things never made sense, who would hear it?

The two fighters stood on the stage with a solemn expression, A platform shook out of the ground and rose the fighters in the air for the full view of the whole martial arts centre.

The other stages sank into the ground. No one was able to enter or exit the Martial Center.

Large screens came out of the wall and displayed what was happening on the stage, the booming voice shouted through the Martial Center "We will now see who has the privilege of going on the Otherside".

"Mason Mathers 22 years old" The blonde man spoke as his sabre glowed bright red.

"Jenson Truehart 47 years old," said the large man holding his long Axe.

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The blond man's sabre burst with scary heat, he cut toward Jenson's Chest.

Jenson didn't dilly dally and raised his Axe to meet the might of Mason strike, he pushed the sabre away and use the full length of the long Axe toward his opponent's neck.

Mason quick Matrix bend put him out of the range but the long Axe but still managed to carve into his chest. His bones were exposed and he started to lose blood.

"Your too young for me youngster!" Jenson shoulder as his bulky body flashed toward Mason. He was only met with a murderous glare from Mason.

Clang clang clang

Earth-shattering clangs resounded throughout the Martial Center, the fighters started to look like ghosts and different colours slammed into each other. They were crafty with how they fought and the Martial Arts.

The magnitude of the fight shook the stage the plasma-screen TV's on the wall, the men were flickering on the stage as they fought teeth and nail.

The shockwaves reverberated through everyone body, Joey expression turned grim he could tell these people were holding back at first have a fight at this calibre.

They kept going and fighting and Joey felt like his consciousness was being attacked directly.

The fight continued for half an hour and Joey kept his eyes peeled on the plethora of martial arts they were using.

"Old Man your this is your last straw !" Mason roared with blood stuck to his teeth, his blade lit up like a sun and it made the temperature of the room rise.

"Hahahaha, this isn't the first time I heard someone say that come here if you dare!" he shouted with a maniacal laugh, the earth wrapped around his hammer and formed spikes and made his hammer 10 times bigger.

The fighters broke out in a second. The frail stage crumbled from under their feet as they used it as a backboard and slammed into each other. They both moved at the same time but one was faster.

The pitter-patter of rocks and debris fell down onto the crowds, they waited for the dust to subside. The Martial Arts Center was silent and they were waiting to see if their gambles were right.

After several minutes someone came out of the rubble with the cuts over their body, he had blood and dirt caked on his face, His clothes were torn and showed the hole in his stomachs.

They looked to the ground and saw the old frail man on the ground cleaved straight through from the shoulder to the waist, his eyes were sunken in and his hand still gripped his long Axe that awkwardly broke his hand.

The hollow croaky voice boomed through the Martial Center "Ladies and Gentlemen Jenson Truhart has arrived in the Afterlife "

Some people immediately broke down and started bawling out in anger while some were rejoicing and even started running away.

They were many reactions, Joey made sure to recall everything and process it so he could come up with the answers.

The only thing that he could come up with was that they lost their gambles. Aside from the fact that they were stuck inside couldn't they deny ever making a bet?

Suddenly the croaky voice said "No gambles will be left unpaid!, If you wagered your life step forward you belong to Mason, If you can pay your worth then you are free.

If you dared to say it you should dare to pay it. You can only bet your own lives, not anyone else's! Large corporations will be seized by the end of the day for Mason to get paid in full."

The light began to enter the room and Joey couldn't help but wonder what the hell was this place, he was normally cooped up in his Uncle's butcher shop and never left the shop for as long as he had known.

He learned the hard way that he was far away from strong, he almost died escaping Ms Moore who died. Naomi could have killed him if she harboured a grudge for Ms Moore.

He realized that he wasn't as strong as he thought he was, he couldn't even count the amount of time he also died and was tortured. Not to mention the group of guys that were waiting for him outside the forest, they knew his face and they wouldn't let him go that easy"

Joey looked at the people walking away to a room in the back, he remembered everything in the fight perfectly but he couldn't practice right now.

Joey could felt he was on the cusp of finding out a solution

Joey ran to the cashier, Ms Twocock wasn't there she was in the betting room since she bet her life she had to compensate for the worth of her life.

Joey pointed as he reached the cashier ."Lady, sell me one of that book and drawing pencils, a ballpoint pen too,"

The lady strolled like she didn't have a care in the world but her ass was big enough for Joey not to rush her along, he looked at her ass sway until she came back over with the book.