Jason waited patiently as the next fight was about to start. He knew there were many influential people in this place. Top gangsters and high-ranking officials had front-row seats to the fights below. Then people like him sat at the back either using the glass screen in front of them or the hug T.V mounted across them.
"Maybe I can earn money." He muttered to himself. "I should bet on the fights happening."
Due to the regression, his memory was fully intact and it also seemed he could remember even the insignificant things that happened in his past life perfectly. If he could remember these, that means he could remember who won each fight that he held. The Red Fox made sure that the fights were scheduled before the due date for preparation and enough time to gather officials and blood-crazed individuals to witness the spectacle.
'But what happens if the fight doesn't go according to how it happened in the past?' He thought. He had just remembered that.
He pondered for a moment before concluding. "I may just have to risk it, but I'll need to bet small amounts first."
Suddenly, a loud voice rang out making the spectators cheer. "The next fight will be happening shortly. In the meantime, the fighters will be displayed on the screen in front of you. Please bet on who'll win this match. Thank you.."
Immediately, the voice disappeared and Jason watched as two pictures of the upcoming fighters appeared on the screen. On the left side of the screen was a picture of a Latino man with dyed blond hair and a dangerous grin on his face. His beady eyes seemed to be gazing at one's soul.
His name was Pablo and Jason had watched his fights for years before His regression. He was a wild fighter who would hesitate to use teeth, fingers, and any other dirty trick to secure victory. And in the fights that the Red Fox held, it was legal and he could do what he liked. He had secured victories that way.
As Pablo's opponent came out, Jason's breath hitched. It was the person he was looking for and he was fighting. Jason stared at the half Asian teenager who stared back at him, with a tattoo on his neck and chest.
'Kiko.' Jason thought, with an unreadable expression on his face. 'It's good to see you again, old friend. '
Jason immediately tapped on Kiko and pondered the amount he should input. If his memory served, Kiko had shocked the crowd by winning the fight as he had a disadvantage as the majority of the crowd had odds against him. But he had to be careful as he didn't want attention to be drawn to him at this stage.
"I bet that somebody is tracking the bets and how much people are paying." Jason thought. "If I put too much, it'll seem like I'm confident. I don't want that. Not now."
He decided to input $5000 first, pressing the amount into the screen then he settled to watch the fight.
Down below, the gates opened and both Kiko and Pablo walked out of them. The spectators cheered as they came out, some already discussing who was going to win the match.
"Pablo is going to win this." One man commented to his friend. "He's a wild animal in the ring, won't hesitate to use his teeth if he wants the win. I've watched his fights and he's dangerous. He's got to win this."
"What about Kiko?" His friend asked. "I bet on him. What are his skills?"
"Who?" The man scoffed out loud. "Get ready to say bye-bye to your money."
The fight was about to begin. In the ring, Kiko was folding white tape on both of his wrists while Pablo was warming up. Pablo grinned as he gazed at Kiko.
"Get ready to fly home to your mother, kid." He taunted. "Who knows, she may even allow you to suck her titties!"
Kiko ignored him by not replying to anything, simply raising his fist and transitioning into a combat stance. Pablo grinned widely while crouching waiting for the gong to begin. One minute later, the gong rang and both fighters began to advance.
The crowd cheered loudly as the fight began. Jason, in his seat, watched with rapid attention, trying to pick up pointers on their fighting skills.
Pablo began with a quick jab that Kiko evaded easily, the latter bouncing on his toes. Suddenly, a burst of speed, and Pablo lunged with two fingers aimed for Kiko's eyes. Kiko, sensing the danger, evaded the fingers and moved out of the way. Immediately, he countered with a kick to the thigh.
Pablo grinned and kicked sand in the direction of Kiko, the , latter lunging back but couldn't see properly. Immediately he sensed danger and saw Pablo burning through the dust with two fingers aimed for his eyes again. This time, Kiko swift tured grasping his outstretched arm and flung the heavier Pablo over his body, slamming him into the earth.
Kiko proceeded to stomp his face but only got one stomp as Pablo proceeded to snap at his feet with his teeth and had to jump back. Pablo jumped to his feet and lunged at Kiko, and drove a fist into his gut, the force sending Kiko back.
"I'm done with this nonsense.!" Pablo spat angrily.
He lunged again, but Kiko slammed his palm onto his face and then with a fast jab to the ribs. He then proceeded with a flurry of punches and then a spinning right kick to the temple crashing the Latino to the floor. Pablo coughed out as he got up, lunging again for Kiko. Suddenly, he spat into Kiko's face and then as Kiko was blinded momentarily, drove his fist into his gut with force, watching as Kiko collapsed in the sand.
Kiko stumbled to his feet and wiped the saliva off his face and silently glared at his opponent. It stunk badly. If he wanted to play dirty, he could too.
As Pablo lunged again, Kiko silently waited and at the last minute narrowly dodged the outstretched right hook and countered with a fast jab to the trachea. Pablo choked, the pain registering, and then tried to breathe out onto his lungs but Kiko drove his knee into his face sending the Latino stumbling into the sand. Kiko dove after him, proceeding in a headlock on the sand, hooking Pablo's right arm between his legs and proceeding to choke him.
Pablo thrashed angrily trying to break free, kicking up dust and sand into the air. Kiko grimaced, holding him in place even when he was being scratched. He watched as the light dimmed from an enraged Pablo, his body becoming still, as he had lost consciousness before Kiko quickly disengaged himself and stood up.
The fight had ended.