Call of the Wild

Young buck they call me, a buck to the call of the wild. I'm surruonded by beasts in the underground. I'm up first; my blood is pulsing, two pairs of fists clench as dozens surround. My opponent, the predator has eyes that hollow, but the moment I gaze into them I have taken the first blow. The beasts howl as the first bet is done. I taste the blod and swing, but without glory. Once again I feel his fist. Blood has painted me from the nose down. The wolf inside pounces, but only to returned to the floor of the undergound. The beast's surround closer as the predator pins me, and take's away my ability to give life. My pants warm with blood, and Ares the Boss, calle my failure. The final bet is done; I'm pulled away from the floor, and Ares aske me how I feel.

     "Alive" I announce

     " Welcome to the world young buck"