Chapter 325 The Match Begins!
George turned to Rex with a grin, "Hey Rex, wanna give it a shot?"
Rex scratched his head, looking a bit shy. "You sure I'm cut out for this? I don't wanna mess things up."
George chuckled, "Honestly, I'd love to see anyone try to beat you."
Rex smiled and nodded, "Alright, I'm in!"
For the last spot, George picked Steven from his crew. Steven had been with George for years, through countless fights, and was one of his top guys.
They quickly decided the order: Steven, George, and Rex.
With the lineup set, they headed to the locker room to change.
Meanwhile, the host grabbed the mic, "Ladies and gents! It's that time of the week for our wild showdown! Bet big, win big! Let's get pumped!"
The DJ cranked up some intense dance music, and a dozen bikini-clad dancers started moving wildly around the ring. The male spectators whistled and cheered.
After the dance, the host continued, "Alright, folks, tonight's fighters are ready. Let's give them a huge welcome!"
Cheers and whistles filled the air as the lights dimmed, leaving only two spotlights on the locker room entrances.
A few seconds later, the fighters walked out, following the red carpet to the ring. They were geared up with gloves, sports shorts, and bare chests, exuding pure testosterone.
The crowd went wild, especially for George.
"George! Fight hard! We're rooting for you!"
"George, I bet on you! Knock 'em out!"
George had a lot of fans, thanks to his underground fighting success.
The fighters from both sides faced off in the ring. George immediately spotted Edward, who was decked out in white and gave George a mocking smile while making a throat-slitting gesture.
George ignored him and glanced at the man to Edward's left—a dark-skinned, muscular guy with a heavy beard and an arrogant look. George recognized him as Tornado, an undefeated underground fighter for ten weeks straight. He was a tough opponent.
George whispered to Steven, "Watch out for Tornado."
Steven nodded seriously.
George then looked to Edward's right and saw no one there.
George raised his hand and asked the host, "Are they only fielding two guys? That's not fair..."
Edward cut him off, "Our last guy's still changing. Don't worry, if you beat us, you'll see him. But..."
Edward smirked, "But with just the three of you, you won't get past me! I'll knock you all down and make you call me daddy!"
George stayed calm, "We'll see about that."
The host jumped in, "Alright, folks, the wait is over! Let's get the first fighters from each side into the ring!"
Steven and Tornado stepped forward.
As they got into the ring, the host laid out the rules, "No restrictions on techniques—use boxing, judo, taekwondo, whatever. No restrictions on methods—any attack is allowed, just no weapons. The match ends when one side is knocked out or surrenders. No referees!"
He paused, then shouted, "Let the match begin!"
Tornado and Steven were in the ring, and the staff locked the cage around them to add pressure and give the audience a better view.
Tornado rubbed his beard and grinned, "Hope you last a while! Don't bore me too quickly!"
Steven stayed cool, "Just wait and see!"
Steven shouted and swung at Tornado, who charged forward. They quickly got tangled up, throwing punches and kicks, each hit landing solidly.
The crowd went wild.
"Fight! Beat him to death!"
"Come on, Tornado! I bet on you!"
"That punch was awesome! Tornado's a pro!"
Even George's crew was cheering for Steven. The noise was deafening.
In the front row, Ryder watched calmly, deep in thought. He'd seen boxing on TV and idolized Mike Tyson, but this was his first live fight. The rules were looser, making injuries more likely to happen and the fighters more ferocious.
Sure enough, after just over a minute, Steven's eye was split, blood trickled from his mouth, and his body was covered in bruises. He was clearly hurt badly. Tornado, on the other hand, had only a scratch on his cheek.
Steven was a street fighter. He lacked formal training and experience, making him no match for Tornado.
Tornado gave a thumbs-down and taunted, "Trash, you got two choices: get beaten to death or kneel, call me daddy, and admit defeat. Pick one!"