Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

5 minutes later.

The female fluters danced around the drummers who seemed to be in a competition of their own. At one point, two more ladies joined the group, each carrying a small bowl. They danced around the two men in front. After a while, they both poured the contents of the bowl- milk- on the female singer’s head. Then they helped her stand and danced together with her.

Soon the entire group danced around the ring thrice before ending the performance, hands across their chest. The singer was an exception as she had her left hand on her waist, beckoning at the audience with the other while wearing a provocative smile.

The audience applauded their performance as the troupe left the field unhurriedly.

Not long after that, Ms Charlotte returned to the platform and expressed gratitude to the troupe for their amazing performance.

“The fun’s about to begin. The rules of the matches today are simple. No cheating! No shifting! No killing! Injuries can be featured. Supports cannot give anything other than water, first aid and a towel. Fighters cannot use weapons nor wear footgear. No trying to amputate body parts. Either fighter of the same pack can take over the moment the first fighter is down; This must be done quickly and the opponent fighter can be replaced or choose to continue with the new contender. If you knock out or throw the opponent out of the ring, then you’ve won that round. To sum it all up; Don’t go too far but don’t restrain yourself nor pity your opponent. Now for the first match, Erion and Real Fangs packs will be contending. Good luck!” she descended the platform.

The indicated packs’ main fighter, the substitutes and supports headed towards the ring. The main fighters were shirtless and wearing shorts and wristbands while substitutes wore transparent crop tops and loose pants along with their armbands. The supports wore white t-shirts and black joggers along with various coloured ribbons tied around their heads. Erion’s substitute fighter, a tall, slim and dark-skinned man with dyed golden, braided hair, was the first to go up.

Seeing this, the substitute fighter of Real Fangs, an olive-skinned, short man who had a long scar on his left shoulder, also entered the ring. Both walked around each other for a few seconds, assessing each other and at the referee’s whistle, they pounced at each other with their fingernails transforming into claws.

Injuries soon appeared on their body as they swiped their claws at each other, also taking chances to land a punch whenever they could.

3 minutes later, they stood, staring at each other with frowning faces as their chests heaved. After resting a few seconds without calling for the help of the supports, they pounced at each other again, becoming more brutal than before.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The substitute fighter of Erion suddenly missed his step and fell to the floor, the opponent wanted to sink his claws into the fallen fighter’s shoulder but the main fighter of Erion jumped into the ring and pushed the opponent away, causing the latter to fall to the hard floor of the ring. The main fighter of Real Fangs also got into the ring. The substitute fighter of Erion quickly rolled towards an extreme of the ring. The supports quickly pulled him out and took him to the allocated spot on the field where the weakened fighters were to rest while being tended to by their supports.

Now the two main fighters were up against each other, both wearing baleful expressions.

The Erion fighter showed his opponent a middle finger. “You’re going down.” he spat before rushing at the opponent speedily.

“Haha. As if I’m afraid of you.” the Real Fangs’ main fighter ran towards the opponent with a gleeful expression. “I hope you’ll be able to entertain me for a while, simp.”

“I’ll wipe that smile off your ugly face.” the Erion fighter replied as he threw fast punches at the opponent who blocked his attacks with elbows. The Real Fangs fighter suddenly kicked his opponent, causing the latter to try retreating.

“Haha. Coward!” he mocked as he kicked his opponent again, causing him to kneel.

“Wrestle it is then.” The Erion fighter pulled on the opponent’s feet, causing him to fall. Then he got atop him and began raining successive punches.

“You’re good but not strong enough.” the Real Fangs fighter suddenly overturned his opponent. Now he was the one atop.

Lavana who was watching the battle from the costume centre looked at Zehelina. “So that’s how it is. This is brutal.”

“It’s just the start.” the latter replied with a serious expression. “Mel is the main fighter. You are the substitute, Lavana. You don’t have to do much. Just do your best and leave the rest to him. ”

Lavana rose and walked to where Mel and Zyair sat.

“Mel, I’ll be the first to go up,” she said.

“Okay. It doesn’t matter who goes first. What matters is that the pack wins the round.” replied Mel.

“Thank you.” she then headed back to sit with Zehelina.

“Just like you said, I’ll do my best,” she said with a smile while Zehelina nodded.

10 minutes later, the Real Fangs main fighter was pounding the ground hard. His opponent had just thrown him out of the ring. That meant he and his pack had lost.

“No, I can’t let this be. This was our last chance.” with that thought, he jumped into the ring and punched the elated Erion fighter.

“You aren’t that sure about your defeat, huh?”

“I won’t accept it. You should be the one to go down!” yelled the Real Fangs fighter.

“Idiot!” the Erion fighter threw a hard punch at his opponent’s stomach and also kicked him out of the ring again. This time the Real Fangs fighter landed more miserably than before.

“Are you convinced, Zain Dumphy?” the Erion fighter asked with a smug look on his face.

The latter harrumphed and struggled to rise, rejecting any help from his supports.

“I’ll never be convinced, Theo Xavion.” Zain spat as he limped away with his substitute and supports following behind.

Charlotte got on the platform and began speaking:

“Well, that was a tough one. The winner has thrown his opponent out of the ring twice. That is incredible. Zain Dumphy, you violated the rules. Hence you’ll serve a punishment of 5000 pushups or detention throughout the days of the competition. The choice is yours. Please, a round of applause for the winner of this round.”

Following her request was applause from the crowd.

“However, Theo, you shouldn’t be too happy. You know why.”

Theo nodded in understanding. He waved after getting off the ring. His excited supports and substitute carried him on their shoulders.

“Alright. The next contestants are from Silent Inferno and Wing Fang packs. Look forward to your amazing performances.” Charlotte then got off the platform.

Soon the groups representing the two mentioned packs came to the field from the different costume centres. The fighters of Wild Fang were female while that of the opponent pack were males. The main fighter of Wild Fang was the first to get in the ring.

Seeing this, the main fighter of Silent Inferno also did the same thing.

“Hi, I’m Emberlyn Galusha.” said the petite lady with reddish blonde wavy, short hair, and brown eyes. She’s attired in a blue scoop-necked tank top and black leather shorts. She had a winged sword tattoo on her left arm and piercings on her eyebrows.

“Robinson Jephcott.” the black-haired man said in an apathetic tone. He just wanted to get this battle done with. He felt this was an easy battle as the opponent was the frail-looking woman who was trying to get on his good side.

“Look, I’m not gonna show clemency just because you’re a woman. I’m gonna punch that face till it’s disfigured,” he cautioned. If this woman knew what was good for her, admitting defeat without getting any injury was the best option.

“Er… Ok. We’ll fight then. Just don’t cry later.” she said with a charming smile that caused him to chuckle in mockery. This lady… He shook his head, thinking how miserable she’d look later because of her stubbornness.