Arena Page #5

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End it. Kill him.

Kill him now.

Awesome!

Fade music.

Fade graphics.

And we're out.

That was astounding!

Kudos to us all.

You said he would fight, Milla,

and fight he did.

My money, please.

Ladies, will you please wire Milla's winnings.

Kawaii.

A little something extra.

You've done exceedingly well, Milla.

Your fireman from Denver

may turn out to be a rainmaker.

Hey.

You.

The one behind the curtain.

Yes.

I accept your offer.

I will give my absolute best

for another eight fights.

On one condition.

And that is?

The last fight,

I want him.

Those are my terms.

You don't like them,

then we're done with this bullshit right now.

You are not going to kill yourself.

You're bluffing.

You don't think I could beat him.

Please, it's a nonissue.

No one's ever survived five contests,

let alone 10.

People want to see me fight.

I want to fight.

Well?

What's it gonna be?

That's up to you, Kaden.

And what if he wins?

You know I'd never allow that to happen.

We accept your offer,

Death Dealer.

They're moving you into another room.

I'd rather have antibiotics.

I can get you those.

What changed?

You fought.

You mean, I won.

So what? Now I'm your prize pig?

How much is your cut

of the death of another innocent life, huh?

Do you want the antibiotics or not?

Yeah, I want the antibiotics.

And something to sew it up!

Watch the muscle, watch the muscle.

Right there.

Wider stitches, okay?

Very good. Pull the skin.

Pull the skin. Pull it tight.

F***.

Yeah, yeah.

Looks like you're getting better.

Better enough to fight.

Exactly.

Thank you.

Really.

Yeah, we sure do like a whipping.

But nothing

like a p*ssy-whipping.

Hey, check this out.

What's up?

- Dude.

- Yeah.

Hell, yeah, Death Dealer will be all over him.

- You think so?

- Definitely.

- He's gonna kill him.

- The Executioner's a big guy.

What'd you do to your hair?

Just trying something a little different.

I am David Lord.

Yeah! Yeah!

Oh, my goodness!

He is every bit as good

as you were in your prime.

You know, just say the word, partner.

We can call this off.

My name is David Lord.

And in one more fight, I'm gonna kill you.

That was amazing, my man.

Bravo! Bravo!

Better watch your back.

He may have found himself a new favorite.

We've got a situation up here.

Brutus Jackson,

who terrorized South Africa 12 months ago

by going on a drug-induced rampage,

killing 14 people, has escaped.

Jackson was being transferred

to the death row facility at Pollsmoor

when the transport carrying him

was brazenly ambushed

just outside the Robben Island Prison gate.

The three guards escorting Jackson

were found dead at the scene.

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