CHAPTER ELEVEN

Stepping into the PIT, they could passive the smell of sweat and blood, and with the loud clamoring, it painted a blood tasty atmosphere, 

Kent and Amy were digging the atmosphere After all this is what a real gym smells like, plus the clamoring, well that just brings out their gladiators fantasies, into reality.

Releasing blood thirsty smiles, they worked in with an atmosphere that screamed, psychos, Taylor just trailed behind them, looking out of his element.

"So Kent, wanna take the first match or should I" Amy asked with that blood thirsty smile still on her face, after seeing the bloody fight going on in the cage, and the coordinator, setting out the next match and people placing their bet.

"Its been so long since I was last in a fight I will take the first match" Kent said, the blood thirsty smile, seemed to grow wilder.

Moving on to the coordinator, placing their bets and telling him Kent will be fighting next. 

And Taylor he was just standing there wandering why Kent and Amy didn't ask him if he wanted to fight to.

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When the first match was over, Kent stepped into the ring since it was now his turn, 

When Kent stepped forward, towards the ring there was booing sound, the audience thought that Kent was just a kid, who was coming to waste their time, which they don't have much of, most of the audience, were office workers, using this time to take a break and release their pent up frustration, so seeing a twenty three year old kid, stepping toward the stage they were outraged, thinking 'his coming to waste our time isn't he' they thought expressing their dissatisfaction with boos.

Kent didn't pay attention to their booing, just considering it background music, walking into the stage, Kent found a corner before taking off his shirt and passing it to Amy.

Silence! when he took off his shirt there was a pin drop silence every body present were stunned, thinking what do you have to do, to get a body like that, just from looking at his muscles it was like it was carved out of marble, the definition of his muscles were like they were traced out by the gods, so you could tell that fighting him would be hard, cause even if he doesn't know how to fight, his stamina will be amazing, so bringing him down tough.

The ladies in the pit looked at his body with hungry gazes, and the men looked on in jealousy, paying no mind to the gazes, Kent began his stretches eyeing his opponent waiting for the start of the match,

the opponent seeing Kent, doing stretches eyed him with a predatory focus in his eyes, 

"ON THE RIGHT CORNER OF THE RING WE HAVE THE CHALENGER KENT!"

"AND ON THE LEFT CORNER WE HAVE OUR CHAMPION CRUSHER"

"BOTH CONTESTANT READY" seeing them nod, the coordinator announced, the beginning of the match. 

As soon as the coordinator annouced the beginning of the match he rushed toward Kent with a straight hook, whoosh! bending down to dodge the punch, Kent threw a low kick at his opponent, who jumped back, but Kent was waiting for that as soon as his opponent jumped back, he tackled him to the ground, not giving him a chance to make a comeback, Kent mounted him raining down punches on him till he passed out,

With blood dripping from his feet, Kent left his bloodied and defeated opponent, laying down on the floor, moving back to his corner, the pit was pin drop silent, before it was broken with the loud sound of cheers.

"KENT"

"KENT"

"KENT"

"KENT"

"KENT"

Hearing the cheers there was a smile present in Kent's face facing the crowd, and lifting his hands, the cheers got even more deafening, 

The next match came up, and into the ring was a giant who was almost three meters tall, the coordinator wasted no time in starting the match, 

Whoosh! Kent threw a right hook at him hit him square in the face, but all it did was move his opponent head backward, his opponent quickly threw a slap at him,

Quickly stepping back in other to avoid it, he dove back in throwing rapid punches, left hook, right hook, a quick jab, a right hook, but even through all those barrages of blows his opponent still seem to be fine, only stepping back a couple of steps, seeing that his blows were in appropriate he decided to go for a submission, 

His opponent after regaining his balance threw a punch, going in low, Kent appeared behind his opponent, choking him from behind,

His opponent struggling to breath threw himself unto the ground, nocking the air out of Kent, quickly getting up he grabbed Kent by the neck and threw him at the ground,

Bang! Kent could feel his consciousness blaur before quickly gaining clearity, rolling out of the way he saw a kick coming down,

Quickly taking his stance, even through he felt dizzy, his opponent capitalizing on this took the opportunity to through in in a heavy right hook, 

Kent tried to dodge, he was successful to a degree, but still he tripped and fell, he felt his vision blaurring, laying on the floor to get a degree of his bearing back, 

He saw his giant of an opponent, trying to stomp him, this time he didn't roll out of the way, he decided a different approach, using the Brazilian jujitsu technique, 

Grabbing his opponent leg, and using his weight to trip his opponent, by applying pressure on the back of his knee with his weight.

Quickly mounting his opponent on the back, and locking his arm around the opponent neck, his opponent tried to struggle, but Kent used his weight to keep him down, his opponent kept struggling for a while before his hands went limp.

There was silence for a while before.

"AH! Kent, Kent, Kent" a deafening cheer rang out.