Will keep working on this, release times arent dated, so just keep checking every once in a while.
Gravedigger was several steps away from Claude, and was about to swing his fist at him,
But as he did, Claude dropped on the ground to dodge the punch, quickly raising himself afterwards.
Claude tried to lay a fairly strong punch towards Gravedigger's side as he strafed, but Gravedigger blocked his punch as he grabbed his fist and threw him aside on the cage, where the rust sticked to him to flies to honey.
Gravedigger walked towards Claude, where Claude was holding himself on the cage, unused to fighting, when Gravedigger was close enough, he went to kick his back, but before he could Claude rolled on the cage so he wont hit him.
Claude quickly moved behind Gravedigger, and jumped on him, trying to strangle him as the crowd cheered for Claude, atleast the ones who betted on him.
Gravedigger tried to get him off, but had problems in doing so, only after awhile he managed to grab him and threw him on the concrete floor, making his grip on Gravedigger's throat forcely released.
The announcer watched from the side of the cage curiously, as Claude was the longest to survive from the rest.
"Funny, he is the first one I see who can actually fight..." The announcer thought to himself as Claude kicked Gravedigger down to the floor with a big huff.
Claude panted, looking at Gravedigger, then closing his eyes in pain and fatigue, spitting blood on the hard floor, but Gravedigger used that to his advantage, and when he closed his eyes, Gravedigger went inside his cargo pants and took a machete from a special sheath from inside the pants.
Gravedigger went up, preparing to make a long swing towards Claude's chest, watching if Claude's eyes were still closed.
Claude noticed it at the last second, and dodged it in suprise and shock, Gravedigger suddenly gotten more powerful then before, probably from the machete, and the more he swung his machete at him, the harder it was to dodge it.
It was really tiring to Claude, it was very exhausting, it was a pain which was fueled by the desire to live, and the desire to win.
He knew he couldent dodge forever, he had to do something, and he thought of something.
At the last swing that Gravedigger took, where Claude knew he couldent dodge anymore, he tried to disarm the machete from his fist.
It was a leap of faith, Claude was fatigued and disarming Gravedigger was the least thing he could have done at that point.
Gravedigger took the final swing, Claude strafed to the side in attempt to hold Gravedigger's wrist, with a light grip on the machete's handle.
In all of Claude's remaining streangth, he took his fist and in rage and desperation punched Gravedigger's elbow upwards, making it snap out of place, and releasing the machete from pain.
Gravedigger stumbled backwards afterwards, tryign to place his elbow back in place, only to find his agony and dispair from the pain to trouble him from doing basic actions.
Claude then took a step back, now noticing he is grasping the machete, and an evilish grin arose on his face, as now all his strength regenerated itself, and now that the tables have turned and the odds have changed he would, will, win the fight.
Claude weaved abit from exhaustion as he stepped slowly towards Gravedigger, and with a swift, weary thrust, Claude stabbed Gravedigger in the chest.
The machete went smoothly into him, the sound it made was of disgust and repulsive manner, it went through him like he was made out of butter, but the light, hidden scratching sound made by the machete lightly slicing the bones to hit the organs, which eventually gotten a burst of blood coming out of the wound.
Claude kept the machete in him for a few seconds, as Gravedigger fell on his knees, and Claude took the machete out, and dropped it on the floor.
The champion has been defeated, the king of the cage has died, and now a new one has taken its place, "The Winner! Claude Klein!" yelled the announcer as the spectating crowd cheered mroe than ever, except the ones who lost thaier money, who left angerly.
The announcer directed Claude otu of the cage to earn his money with a smile, but when he left, that smile disappeared from his face, and instead was replaced with a lightly angry expression, but it was also quickly removed as the announcer started to announce the next fight.
Claude walked towards the bookie, which gave him triple the ammount he betted.
"Six houndred big ones, just like you should get, but also, heres a word of advice for free." said the bookie, and Claude listened in intrest, "People around here dont like thaier money being taken away, and they'll do what they can to get that back from you, and if Im asked I'll be forced to help them, so watch your back."
Claude nodded without a single word and went out from the fightclub, still abit tired and carrying small ammounts of marks on him, rubbing his face to get the rust off it and aswell as from his clothes, then enjoying counting the stack of money in his hand as he went back to the apartment building.
Claude knocked on the landlord's apartment door, where the landlord angerly opened, but before being able to speak, Claude shoved the entire stack on him.
"Dont bother me, or get near me, or be in my area of smell in the next few months, got that?!" Claude yelled, then went off as the landlord grabbed the money, and with a cheery, mellow grin on his face he closed the door of his apartment.
"You lucky bastard." said Anders as Claude went into his apartment, closed the door and fell on his foldable couch-bed.
"It has nothing to do with luck." said Hex using Claude as his means of speech again, being slightly muffled as his face was stuffed on the bed from tiredness, "Yeah, we'll see... whats the time, anyways?" Anders said back, where Hex replied "Its about.." he looked up on his clock on the wall and dropped his face on the bed again "..four and a half." he finished his sentance.
"Hmm, its getting late for the job interview time, mind going to it, we still need to get Claude some work." Anders said towards Hex where Hex groaned from irritation.
"Fine, I'll go there myself, now would you kindly?" Anders said, and then took over Claude from Hex, and went up to get prepared.
-- Meanwhile --
"He took atleast a third of today's profit!" said one person angerly as he hitted the desk angerly with his fist, and people talked between eachother.
There were plenty of them, atleast six, sitting around a table on an important meeting made by one person, standing up instead of sitting.
"A third seems like quite a bunch of money." said the announcer, as he was there aswell, and people around him agreed as they continued talking with eachother.
"Dont forget he killed Gravedigger, that means a real reduced income, now that the champion is dead, and that reduced income is quite nasty, ask the bookie yourself." the first man continued.
"I know that, and we have to do something about it." replied the announcer as he looked at the standing man, waiting for a response, and so did the rest.
"He did quite a bit of damage to our fine establishment, dont you agree people?
But that dosent mean he dosent get to fix all this." the standing man said, and the rest agreed as he continued on.
"Ray, your the announcer, do you remember his name?" the standing man said, where Ray nodded, "Good, we'll need it. I want you to take up to four men, and find this person, and get him to sign the agreement, I'd consult with the bookie, he might remember how he looks like, I'll also try to get some help from friends."
Ray agreed and went out of the room as the standing man finished the meeting, and went towards the bookie's room.
When Ray opened the door, he saw the bookie counting cash on a large table, very focused on his work and abit fraustrated, thats when Ray knocked on the door to draw his attention.
"Huh? oh, Ray, hey, Im just counting the money..." said the bookie, "I can see that, John, and you are doing quite good work, I need your help in something else, though, can you stop the count for now and help me out?" Ray asked John politely, as John answered "Sure, let me just write this down..." and took a piece of paper, writing down a number, then walking up towards Ray, "...Allright, what you need?".
"I need you to help me recognize Claude, the one who killed Gravedigger." Said Ray, and John nodded in agreement, "I'll help." he said.
"Good, I'll need all the help I can get, Im also going to meet The Rovers, they been around these areas lots of times, they can help, but at a price." Ray said as he walked with the bookie down the hallway, hand over his shoulder.
After everyone left the meeting room, the man that stood the whole time took out a cellphone and made a call, "Hey, listen, my men are probably heading your way for assistance... yes, I know, but we could use this to our advantage." he started his chat, slowly moving to one of the chairs and sitting on it.
"His name is Claude as far as I know, and he killed my champion, and took alot of cash with him, and I need him found and signed." he continued his phonecall, "We could use this person, both of us... yes, allright, I will contact you once we have him, goodbye." he said and closed the call, putting his cellphone in his pocket and going out of the dimmed meeting room into the lit hallway, where on his back the title "Mole Fighters" was sewn.
-- Back at the Apartment several hours later --
"I knew you wouldnt get the job." Hex said to Anders in a mock, where Anders shuted him up in anger, "Its not my fault he wouldnt accept people who seemed to get in trouble alot, thanks to you and the marks you gotten onto Claude." Anders talked back at him, then heading inside the room, only to find Ray, John and two other men wearing jackets near the foldable bed, two all standing but the announcer.
"Well, Claude Klein, about time you showed up... that is Claude, right?" said Ray as he looked at John, and John confirmed, "What do you people want?" said Claude, still being controlled by Anders.
"We want our money back, but to be more precise, we want to make a deal..." Ray replied, where Hex took over Ander's infulence over Claude quickly.
"What are you doing?!" Anders yelled at Hex, "I want to know what they want to offer." Hex said.
- END OF EPISODE TWO -
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-The-G-Man AKA BaZuL
