Chapter 4

It was dark, but his sensitive eyes quickly adjusted. He felt his pupils dilate much bigger than a normal person's would and let them stay like that, instead of trying to hide them. He needed to see and not fall down into something gross or unmentionable.

Following the path he was told to, he could hear the sound of the ring pretty easily already.

The sewer echoed apparently.

His old ring he fought in before, was at an old stadium, in an abandoned part of the town.

He could see the ring once he turned down a section of the sewer, and made his eyes adjust to the change of light and scene.

It was giant.

Well over 300 people were talking, laughing, drinking, gambling, or doing something most likely illegal in the giant room he had gone into.

Stunned, he stood in the entrance.

Ha ha…my last ring usually had less than 100 people show up. Am…am I going to be ok? Zine thought nervously.

Before he could decide whether to just yolo or run from this situation, the lady he assumed was the owner, came running towards him.

“HEY!” The women shouted, nearly blowing out one of his ear drums.

“YOU MADE IT!”

The women was small, but still bigger than him, and seemed to have had too many Red Bulls and sugar cookies.

Before he could ask her if she had a chronic pixie stick addiction, she grabbed him and dragged him to the side of the ring. It looked almost professional, like a WWE ring…

He thought back to his old town’s ring, with just rope and sticks in the ground, and wondered if he could somehow get out of this situation.

“Wait! Miss, please explain the rules! You're the owner of this ring right!?”

“YUP!” the Lady giggled, and he could distinctly smell the sugar on her breath now.

“YOU GOT IT! THEY CALL ME CANDY CRAZED LALA HERE!...OH AND RULES?!”

“Yes, rules!” Zine desperately asked.

“MHH…RULES…WHAT WERE THEY AGAIN?!!! OH YEAH!!! DON'T STAIN MY RING WITH ANY BODILY FLUIDS, AND TRY NOT TO DIE!”

“Ehh?!” he squeaked, before being thrown into the ring by the sugar hyped lady.

What strength! He thought as he blinked.

Slowly, he picked himself up and turned around to face his opponent and wishing immediately he hadn't.

A guy, bigger than 6 foot, with shoulders the size of a barn door towered over him.

Zine shrunk down slightly.

“Someone's been eating his vegetables.” He mumbled stupidly.

The giant man grinned slightly.

Fuck, my skinny 5ft tall body is gonna get turned into creamed corn! Zine thought.

He wondered in panic, if that's what this guy ate all the time to get so big...He must have pounded his opponent into mashed vegetables and ate them…he suddenly wanted to turn chicken and fly the coop.

He really should have eaten dinner.