Pedro smiled as he noticed Chan without any weapon, the dude was surely belittling him, well he was gonna prove him wrong. He rushed forward with his weapons behind him, Chan was readying a super kick for him but Pedro had other plans, As he rushed forward he slide down and went for the standing lone leg.


The knives sliced through the leg tensile of Chan’s leg, blood spilled out as he groaned and fell down, The crowd screamed in pleasure. Chan was not deterred despite his wounded calf, he rolled over and removed a chain knife (a long chain that has sharp blades at the tips). Pedro dodged the incoming blade and rushed to carry a long pointed blade, Chan was already behind him so before he could get out of the way the blade cut into his flesh, he cried out and faced Chan, taunting him.


Chan responded by catching his neck with the chain and dragged him forward to finish him with a hand knife, The crowd screamed for the final moment but Pedro had other plans.


As he was dragged forward, visibly choking, his eyes circled around the fighting room for two split seconds, he saw Juan Miguel with his hands on his head, he saw the janitor standing just outside the door, emotionless, he saw the female guard he was flirting with, he saw the prisoners screaming with every ounce of strength in their system then he saw Chan blood shot eyes filled with pain and rage.

“He stab the last needle into Chan’s Throat”
The effect was splendid, Chan stood like he was struck by lightning but that did not stop Pedro from sending a crude head butt to his nose, Chan staggered backwards, Pedro released the Chain from his neck and encircled it on the neck of the weak man, He stuck the blade in Chan’s knee, stab him another on his shoulder, then back, finally tore the calf of his second leg, sending Chan to his knees.

He carried the long knives he earlier dropped and walked slowly towards Chan, The whole arena were screaming “Kill him, Kill him, even Juan silva gave him the go ahead.
Chan watched as his eternal rival walked slowly towards him, he reminiscence about his twelve years in jail, he grew from a dim wit to the best fighter in (CEDES) he had the respect of all the prisoners and prison lords, that’s why Juan Miguel Silva cherished him, all before Pedro arrived and became the new favourite, he wished he could pick up one of the knives plunged into his body and castrate Pedro first but the needle had swallowed every ounce of energy he had, it seemed to be poisoned. He just closed his eyes when the sharp blade from Pedro’s hand sliced off his head.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssss, and the new champion of (CEDES) is Pedro” The commentator screamed as Chan’s head rolled off. The inmates busted into great joy.

Even Juan silva and Edgar were clapping their hands for the new champions. Pedro stood elated, for a minute he could gladly give up his freedom to be the new cell lord but when his eyes fell on the janitor his countenance changed. The Janitor gave him a thumbs up but also dangled a sachet before him which contain drugs and a sign that it was time to finish off his target.

That was soon forgotten when the cage was opened and the prisoners burst forward to lift him heads high, clamouring around the new champion, all their rivalries and bad blood had been kept aside to hail the new champion.
Someone pressed an envelope into his hands, he looked around to see the janitor calmly walking away. He was given a new cell that looked vaguely like his apartment in Chicago.

A clean white linen bed, wardrobe, a reading table with books un top and a chair, he also had a bathroom separately.

“Now you are the king of this prison right?..”
A voice startled him, he turned sharply to see Edgar smiling at him, he quickly dropped the envelope on his table and smiled back.

“You know when you came here almost a week ago, I saw a good for nothing drug jockey in you but you had proved me wrong, I thought allowing you to challenge the beast was good enough punishment for killing three of my best men but I only ended up lifting you to stardom.

Well enjoy the moment while it last, there is a gift from Miguel for you in the bathroom, just ring the bell at the top of your bed. Take care son”
Pedro smiled as the almighty warden walked away, he hid the envelope among some stack of books and put on his cell light to completely brighten the place, he saw a cable television and a dvd player at one corner, he even had a cooling and heating system, he ignored the temptation to check his bathroom as he walked pass to the head of his bed where la!d a brown envelope and a ding-dong bell. He opened the enveloped and retrieved two bundles of dollars and a letter.


“Well done son, the $200,000 is your share for been the champion of (CEDES) while the $30,000 is from me, I want you to be my new hit man and protector, tap the bell near to you, I left a pleasant surprise that would thrill you.
DON JUAN SILVA MIGUEL”

The shrill sound of the bell echoed throughout his cell as his bathroom door clicked open, two Mexican chicks with just p@anties and bra and high stilettos walked in, he whistled loudly as the turned around for him to admire. His mission was not bad after all, instead of going to woo Mexican ladies, he had two standing in front of him, damn can Prison get any better? One of them walked towards a fridge which he had missed earlier and brought out a bottle of vodka and three glasses. They all crushed on the bed, drinking, laughing, playing, Bleeping;D

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“Grrrrrrrrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg”
Pedro jumped up, he felt like his head was tearing into two, slowly he walked to the bathroom and washed his face, ignoring the loud phone ringing on his bed, he tried to figure out where he was until he noticed the iron bars which showed that he was still in cell.


The memory of the previous night came pouring back after he drank a cup of coffee. His last night romp was evident when he noticed the number of latex spewed on the ground, he really had a nice time.


The phone rang again for like the twelfth time, he initially thought the phone belong to one of the ladies but the calls were getting too annoying so he picked it up and kept silent.

“Hey Champ, how’s last night?” The voice of Juan Miguel echoed back.


“Hello Boss, sorry I was still sleeping” he lied.

“Yeah I guessed that too, those Mexican ladies are the best, tell me when was the last time you had a lady as sweet as last night’s?”
“Uhhh about a month ago Boss” he lied again.

“Uhhh that’s crude, hop into my corner let’s have wine and discuss” The boss invited. He informed him that he would be there in twenty minutes.


When he dropped his phone, he rushed to his table and retrieved the letter, as he opened it, he saw a note, an object with a red button and three grey tablets. He quickly read the note.