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Jeremy sat in his cell reading a book on car motors his "caretaker" had provided for him between his fights. His cell was not exactly a cell, but he couldn't leave when ever he wanted to. The size of a studio room, It had everything he needed to live, cycling air, bed, bathroom, sink, shower, tv a computer even with full internet usage. A full weight set to work out in with a punching bag, bookshelf dvd rack. The walls themselves were made of five inch reinforced steel. Also a gas system filled with some kind of gas Jeremy did not know that would cause him to go into shock if he refused her demands. Hes done it several times already

Jeremy sat at his bed reading the book. If he was allowed back outside in the streets, most would of thought he was a professional body builder, who had gotten into one to many bar fights. His years in the prison league, had earned him several lifetimes worth of scars from his neck to his knees. It had also earned him a reputation for Brutality. Having won the top set every year, Most would think he wanted this life for how good he was at it..how wrong they are. Shaved full expect for his crew cut hair and eyebrows, Jeremy had nothing else in the terms of hair on his face. He wore a simple black shirt and Camo shorts. His most comfortable.


The sound of the door unlocking, Jeremy knew who was coming. He took his bookmark and put it between the pages and closed it setting it down on his bed. Standing up Jeremy put his hands behind his head and waited in the middle of the sparse room. The woman he had come to hate with anger beyond reason entered along with five guards almost his size and armed with m249 saws aimed at him by the hip. She was a well built woman in her mid thirties. blond hair down to her mid back in a pony tail with thick rimmed glasses that enhanced her beauty. She wore a tight fitting business skirt uniform as she always did in stark white that showed off her curves, but he knew better then to take her as a beauty business woman..she was a predator and he wanted her dead.

"You did good this year Krull..so good in fact you are being transferred to the pro circuit..we got a invite from a powerful long time runner of those leagues..and your going..With you there..ill make a lot of money..more then sense we started working with one another"He merely growled at her. "Aww..whats wrong still want to kill me..and everything else you have thought of doing to me in revenge for taking your life away from you? Without me you would of rotted in that prison! be grateful!" He glared at her and she sighed.."Pack your things Jeremy..your leaving tonight..my lawyer will go with you to sign everything..sense im loaning you to this Frosts team..Ive payed a lot of money for this..I expect ample return for your wins..your going to make me very happy..don't disappoint me.."with that she left along with her boy toys. The moment the door locked, Jeremy grabbed the bed and tore at it. The frame bolted to the floor, but with his strength it did not last long, and he flung the hundred pound bed across the room and into the nearest wall shattering the wooden dvd case there.


With that he grabbed his fallen book and grabbed a bag from were the bed once was bolted to the floor and packed the book into it along with his arena outfit, of combat boots, leather jacket studded fingerless gloves and his armor weave pants. Within ten minutes Jeremy was lead down the corridor after getting shocked for destroying another bed. He barely flinched at the volts..use to the punishment. They couldn't beat him, He would swing back in reaction. Instead all seven kept their guns trained on him as he was lead down to a armored car and strapped into the back. Her lawyer looked nervous..and who wouldn't be. He was a mouse of a man with messy black hair and a battered brief case. He stood in a black suit and was barely five feet tall and probaby almost as wide.

Jeremy did not know how long he sat in the back of that armored van, but he did not care. He read the contract over and over again..he would be free..more so then he has in many years.

-the next day at the office-

The van suddenly stopped and the engine turned off. Jeremy sighed and waited for the guard to let him out. It took only a few minutes and the door opened to a large office building, he was at the rear entrance to avoid the crowds. Even his Brutality had earned him fans over the years. Getting out of his restraints Jeremy was lead into the building were the security there would take care of him from there. They were big guys, but Jeremy was bigger and had much more experience in fighting with his bare fists. "You two know who I am..yes?" They both nodded obviously nervous "You have wifes?" he asked next and they both nodded once more"Do you want to go home to them tonight not looking like you were beaten half to death?" They started to back up from him reaching for their tazer guns. "Then do not follow me..and don't bother..those things just piss me off..""go sit at your desk..and ignore what im about to do"They watched in horror as Jeremy turned around and grabbed the lawyer by the neck and lifted him off the ground with one arm as if he weighted nothing. "You will send the bitch a message for me..when this is over..I WILL KILL HER!" Jeremy then headbutted the lawyer as he screamed his nose breaking, and again, and then punched him across the jaw, the sound of it shattering and his teeth scattering over the floor, he screams became weak cries and then heaved the lawyer threw the glass door of the office building. Spitting at the lawyer as he barely moved, Jeremy turned and picked up his bag and headed towards the office were he was supposed to meet this Frost character.

Finding the Office, he pounded on the door a little too hard still pissed from before, as the door rattled on its hinges. While he waited for the door to open, he took note how small it was.."I hate ducking.."He said to himself.