Underground 2

I yelled, but I was still on his back. I then grabbed the top of his head, covering his eyes and digging into them. You don't win here by fighting fair or chivalrously. I then tightened my grip and started choking him. His arms started scrambling uncontrollably and his face turned tomato red. He then grabbed my back and dug his nails into my back furiously. I lost my balance with all the thrashing and was cast off his back forwards.

He was still on the floor breathing so I ran towards him and performed a roundhouse kick but mid air I teleported to his face before he could react. The accuracy wasn't that good, but the damage oh, the damage.

*BOOMM* My foot hit his jaw at lightning speed, his jaw snapped and broke in a around ten different places and the amount of blood spurting from his face was unimaginable. The whites of his eyes showed, and he fell straight over. The entire crowd went silent. I clenched my fists tightly. That move takes a lot of focus and a lot of energy.

That guy probably can never say T's correctly in his life again. I pumped my fist into the air powerfully and the crowd cheered as the medics that had been stationed there since3 the beginning of the fight stepped in and took him on a stretcher immediately. I walked over to where my shirt was sitting on a random rail. Both were still there.

Luckily, my strategy for making sure none of my shirts get stolen worked. Now I'm going to go hom and bleach this all the way through so it's a wearable shirt. It had kind of plastic black words on it with a black background, so it should work perfectly to bleach all the way through.

Putting on my shirts, I looked into the crowd and saw Jackson Micheal and Parker walking towards me with their eyes lit up. Since Jackson is my "manager" that I assigned for all the money, he had the money with him. Jackson had never taken a single penny of my money. Very reliable. But unreliable for anything else. He has a storm of a mindset. He picks up anything and goes with it until he gets distracted by another thing. He picked up math super fast and uses it every day.

He picked up painting, puzzle solving, psychology, debating, balancing, body building, first-aid, which is actually really useful. Calisthenics, acrobatics and many more. If you ask him about something, I bet you he's done some sort of research on it in time.

Jackson always hid the money behind his back or in a secret pocket he sewed just for these occasions, super reliable. He took the money out of his secret pocket and handed it to me discretely. "1250!!!" I whispered excitedly. "Hell yeah! You wanna go for another one?"

I nodded. Then I thought about running another one. I could make 1500 since the new betters that are here are probably going to see me as more reliable, but I never go for more than one since I don't want too many injuries before getting home.

Too many injuries means someone notices at home and when someone notices at home, that's when things get ugly. I could get kicked out of the house at the very worse and at the very least my mom's trust in me would be completely destroyed. And they'd think of me as just another hoodlum that does whatever he can for money.

I have a special power, a powerful one and if I can use it to make money without having to work for hours on end when I need money right there and right, then I'll do this even if I don't like hurting people. I walked back up to the ring. Another challenger awaited in the ring of people who hadn't even started another fight and were just waiting for the next opponent. His next opponent would be me.

The guy had a slightly defined jawline, a chiseled lean body with scar brown curly hair and light brown eyes. Clenching my fists before entering the ring, I stepped forward. The crowd roared after seeing my last fight they seem to have been filled to the brim with anticipation for this match. Better bet more money.

If I factor in all the anticipation and excitement around this match and the surplus of people here...

Before I knew it, I had been kicked in the face, clenching my jaw. I didn't allow it to break. But my brain surely was rattled. I put my guard up quickly as the quick barrage of fists came towards me.

Once my brain was finished taking a break and rattling heavily inside my mind, I was ready to fight back. Dodging the other punch in the barrage towards the left, I crouched down and gave a heavy uppercut. He had seen it coming and knew he couldn't avoid it. Hence, he had put his guard up and winced heavily when I barraged straight through his guard that had only protected him from me, rearranging the structure of his jaw a little. The punch lifted him up into the air and plopped him back onto the floor.

After that his mouth was leaking built as he was slumped over. The mans eyes were closed, and I pumped my fist up into the air energetically. This time it hadn't taken much out of me, but that first hit was going to leave a bruise on my face. And all of those punches would leave heavy bruises all over my arms.

I sighed, but the money sure was worth it. I walked back to my corner where my shirts were and once again Parker Jackson and Micheal walked over to me, this time with their eyes practically glowing. Jackson revealed the stacked bills from his pocket. "This is too much money to just pull out here. Let's go topside."

I nodded, and we all went up the stairs. Walking up, the air smelled fresh and the uncontaminated air filled my lungs in comparison to the humid and blood-smelling underground fight club.

"1750 My boy! You made it! Three thousand in one night!" Jackson announced excitedly. I then looked at him. "No, no

WE made it! I had five hundred for each of them. They beamed. "Thanks Theo! You're the best!" Micheal practically yelled. "Shush!" I shushed him intensely. "Did you forget we're still out in the ghettos?"

He nodded.

"Alright, that a night's money well made." Jackson said. "Lets turn in." "I second that." I said tiredly. We all live on the same street, so we walked down the streets in the night gazing at the stars...