There was only one thing that everyone was talking about, and that was the recent livestream made by Gary Dem. Videos were resurfacing and being shared of his first debut match. Professional analyses were being made about what would happen if Gary and Harvor were to fight against each other.
While at the sa ti, rumours were being spread as to why Gary wanted to fight Harvor in the first place. From the video itself, people could tell that there was pure anger behind his words and his declaration, and people wanted answers.
However, there were a few things that were quite clear to the general public—the conclusions they had co to. No one knew really how strong Gary Dem was.
People learnt of him being a king, and the videos of him fighting against Sin—at least what could be gleaned from it and what was recorded. However, fighting in the AFC was considered different, and Harvor was just soone who had never lost a fight before.
After seeing what had been done to Jayden Tiger, people were starting to truly think that the man was invincible, and in turn everyone was waiting for a new matchup or response.
"It's here!" Kai said, bursting into the underground room of the Wolf's pool club, holding a stack of papers.
Bree and Gary were sitting in the corner, conversing with each other, while Marie stood up from behind the downstairs bar as she was helping her mother.
"You an the contract with Harvor?" Marie asked.
Kai snorted slightly in laughter.
"No, we wouldn't be able to get that. You have to understand that even though Harvor is the owner of the AFC, there are many investors that run the entire thing," Kai explained. "I'm sure Harvor could push them into forcing to make this fight, but they would be against it."
"But why would they be against it?" Marie asked, confused. "The potential fight between Gary and Harvor is all everyone's talking about; I think the investors would be happy with the money that gets brought in."
This ti it was Daphne that snorted near Gary.
"Sorry, I didn't an to laugh," Daphne added. "It's just that investors involved are greedier than you think. They have lots of ways to make money, but they want to make big money. Right now what they want is to build up the fight, make it larger and larger, until no one can take it anymore and then it will be announced."
"Which is why I have this," Kai said, slamming the stack of papers in front of Gary, and on the very first page there was a picture of an individual—a bald-headed man with sunken-in eyes.
"Armanez Flook; he is currently ranked 38 in the AFC. He was the highest ranked AFC fighter not linked to the One Gang that would accept our offer, and he will be your next opponent," Kai smiled.
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The follow-up news had been announced, with the return fight of Gary Dem scheduled. The venue that had been picked was in a city which actually was under the control of the Bree Family, a tier-two city.
They had chosen this so there would be as little influence involved from the One Gang. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly to many, the tickets to the event were all sold out in less than five minutes. Many complained that it should have been a bigger venue, or complained about ticket resellers, but there were none.
Systems had been implented to disallow ticket reselling; it was just how big the event was that was taking place.
The fight day had co extrely soon, as Altered fighters required little ti to heal, and the event was underway. The seats were packed without a single seat empty. A few fights followed, and finally it was ti for the main event.
"Ladies and gentlen!" the announcer shouted, in the centre of the cage. "It's what you have all been waiting for. First, before him, Armanez Flook!"
The light bead on the challenger wearing tight-fitting shorts while the rest of his muscular body was on show. There were cheers and claps but the crowd hadn't erupted extrely loudly.
The man ran through and then jumped in the ring and raised his hand.
"Can't believe it, I'm one of the top-ranked fifty fighters and this is the entrance I get?" Armanez complained. "They should all be here for , but instead they're here for so dropout. Well, I'll show them all!"
The announcer then looked to the other side and lifted his hand in the air.
"And, the one that you have all been waiting for, the Green Fang, GARRY DEEM!"
The spotlight shined on Gary's green hair. His muscles were extrely chiselled as he wore black and golden shorts, walking down toward the ring.
The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer, shaking the whole stadium. Yet, Gary wasn't even able to take it in; the noise was drowning him, as he just walked forward looking at his opponent.
Finally, Gary reached the ring, and he had his eyes locked.
"Hey, if you're too eager, you'll lose this fight, you know," Armanez said.
Gary didn't reply, and the announcer had gotten out of the ring.
"The fight will now begin!" the announcer shouted.
Armanez, in an instant, went to transform his body. The higher-ranked Altered fighters were quick to change, quicker than any others, but Gary was already right upon him. In the middle of his transformation, Gary had swung his fist and hit deep into Armanez's stomach.
It looked like Armanez's eyeballs were going to pop out, as he was flung backwards and his body slamd into the back of the cage, bending the tal. It had bent the tal so far that part of Armanez's back was cut by the cage, and he was held there in place, from the bent part of the tal.
The fight was over, in an instant and in a single punch, and the crowd was silenced. They had no clue what was happening. Was this it?
"HARVOR!!!" Gary scread at the top of his lungs, silencing the few whispers that were heard. "I will fight tomorrow!" Gary continued to shout. "I will continue to fight, every day, until you et in the ring!!!"
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