Idk what to put for a description- but tw: Blood, sexual innuendos, mentions of alcohol. This takes place in an underground fight club- type deal.

Song is House Of Wolves by My Chemical Romance.
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The air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke, from the mouths of people who swore they quit; The air stunk the breath of alcoholics, all chanting and screaming. It was a wonder half the galaxy couldn't hear them, yet the place had never been busted by the cops.

In the dead center of the massive, dark compound was cage. It was made of some metal that held firm no matter how many people were slammed against it.

Currently in the ring was Iskall, a Swedish man who didn't look to muscular. He had a mechanical eye and more than three brain cells, however, and so was able to beat his much more muscular opponent.

The crowd went wild as he landed his final hit, fists covered in blood and a cold smile decorating his lips.

"There you have it, folks!" The annoncer yelled over the speaker system, "the Iskall killer!" (Fun fact: Iskall means ice cold in Swedish)

Iskall pumped his arms in the air, yelling something in Swedish that was all but lost to the crowds cheers.

He exited the ring and did a victory lap around the base floor before going over to find his friend.

"Hey Ren," Iskall said, the adrenaline high from his fight propelling him to mars.

"Hey Iskall," Ren responded. He was bigger than average, with two wolf ears that matched his maroon hair and a big bushy tail of the same color. His nails were overgrown and looked like they could claw you to pieces.

"One more warmup and then the main event." The Swede smiled at his friend, patting his shoulder. "You'll do great. You know Jevin, his main ability is he can turn into-"

"A slime, I know, I know. He can only do it a few times so bide your time and strike when he's tired." Ren responded.

Ren and Iskall has been partners in crime for longer than they would admit. They joined an underground boxing club to get out of a debt, but it was stable, semi-safe money, so they stuck around.

A month goes by and they've risen to the top, and gained a bit of a reputation.

Ren and Iskall kept themselves occupied in idle chatter as the next fight progressed.

They were hardly paying attention, it was Tango, the blood eyed demon vs. Grian, the fallen angel. The winner was obvious.

Nothing against Grian, but he was more of a drug runner and stealth guy. Tango was more for brute strength and muscle guy, so as the fight progressed it became painstakingly clear who the winner would be.

"..THE RED EYED DEMON WINS!" The announcers voice rumbled through the room.

"Next up, the main event, it's the Werewolf, vs. The slime! Stay tuned, folks!" The announcer said, way to cheery sounding for what was actually going on.

"I'm up," Ren said, waving off Iskall as he got ready to enter the ring.

He got ready to step inside, jumping from foot to foot. He wasn't scared of Jevin, he hadn't even bothered to warm up.

The referee nodded at them both, "no ones dead on my watch." He said.

Both nodded as the referee opened the gate to the ring.

He entered the ring, Jevin walking in behind him.

They went to opposite sides of the ring, they were both barefoot, per request of the referee.

Both focused on warming up, and not the hideous amount of foot fungus they were surely contracting.

"Areeee you ready folks!" The announcer shouted, trying to overpower the roar of the crowd.

Ren let the sound of the crowd carry his consciousness away, he got a sort of adrenaline high before the match even started.

"LETS GET A-AAA READDYY- TOOOOO"

The crowds roads reached an all time high, and Ren swore he could hear Iskall yell at him to 'Kick ass, Wolfboy.'

"RUUMMMBLLLEEEE!"

And with that, they were off.

Fighting Jevin was all about quick, decisive blows. Ren could pull that off.
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One fight later, Jevin laid on the floor with a bloody nose and one hell of a concussion.

Ren rose his hands in victory, grinning and showing off his abnormally large canines.

He did a victory lap and took some shots before going to meet with Iskall.

"Nice going, wolfboy." Iskall chirped, smiling as he ruffled Ren's hair.

"You shush," he smiled, "at least I still have both my eyes."

"Low blow! You only have both eyes because you can afford to sacrifice an ear." Iskall quipped, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And yet I haven't," Ren winked, smiling in a condescending way.

"That's beside the point!" Iskall rolled his eyes- eye.

The two continued on for a minute, before someone else interrupted.

"Hello?" The man said, soft spoken and unconfident. He had white hair and brown eyes that looked almost red.

"Yes?" Iskall and Ren both said simultaneously.

"The boss would like a word with you." The man said mysteriously.

"You mean X- why didn't he ju-" Iskall started.

"No, the boss. Come with me." The man said, waving for the two to follow him as  he turned.

They both looked at each other, shrugging a bit as they followed the mystery man to one of the upper layers of the compound.

They reached a surprisingly quiet hallway, with two burly guards in suits standing on either side of a door. Ren and Iskall could probably take them.

The mystery man nodded at both of the guards, "Ren, you go inside first."

Ren winked at Iskall over his shoulder as he walked towards the door, a smirk on his face. That smirk disappeared as he entered the room.

The room was an office, with a large dark wood table of lavish carvings and two chairs of similar quality. A man sat at the table, and a woman sat in the far corner of the room.

The office itself was well decorated, windowless, but still well decorated.

That wasn't what Ren was focusing on, however.

The man at the table was in an all black suit, one leg crossed over the other, and elbows sat on the table, hands clenched together in a fist. The classic villain pose.

The man was of above average build, but that was far from the most imposing thing about him.

One of his arms along with half of his face was mechanical, with his left eye a glowing red orb. The other half of his face along with the rest of his body was a sickly green, peeling in some place. The look was distinct.

"Doc." Ren snarled angrily, faring his teeth, ready to jump up and murder the man.

"Ah Ah Ah, that's what she's for." Doc pointed star the woman in the corner, who was unfazed.

"I've made a lot of enemies, but I've also made enough money to have some friends. And didn't you hear, I go by the Goatfather now."

"Oh shut up you sack of shit, you don't deserve my time." Ren turned to leave.

Doc leaned back in his seat and propped his legs on to his desk, "it's only a job, Ren. I'll make it worth your while."

"Is that what you said to the whore you cheated on me with?" Ren responded, bitter.

"Oh for fuck sake you useless mutt, this has nothing to do with that. I need some reliable people for a job." Doc snapped, "you can refuse but at least listen to my offer."

"Fine, only if Iskall can listen in too." Ren reluctantly gave in, wanting the money more than the satisfaction.

"Of course, I need him on board too." Doc snapped his metal fingers, the sound practically bouncing off the walls with how loud it was.

The door opened a few seconds later, and Iskall and the white haired man from earlier walked in.

"Hello, Iskall, I'm the boss, but you can call me the Goatfather. This one here," he pointed to the white haired man, "is Etho. I have a job for you, you can refuse, of course, but no information about this job leaves this room."

"Alright, let's hear it," Iskall said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"An associate of mine has been kidnapped, You three- along with a friend of mine- will be tasked with retrieving him. It's some small time criminal who fancies himself a gangster, it shouldn't be hard. I can provide you with whatever weapons and armor you may require.. as for the payment.." Doc nodded to the woman in the corner.

The woman turned to open a cabinet near her feet and slid a black brief case out. She walked over to the desk and opened the briefcase, it was full of green.

"$100,000. Untraceable. Quarter upfront, the rest upon completion. Ren here knows how I work, he can explain the rest." Doc seemed satisfied with his explication. "I'll give you a few days to mull it over."

Ren and Iskall shared a glance, both shrugging.

"$50,000 each? I'd be ok with that." Iskall said happily. He didn't need the cash, but he had a few friends that could use the help.

"Yeah, sure," Ren said, not entirely happy with the arrangement, but $50,000 was $50,000.

"We're in." Iskall said.

"Excellent, Etho here can explain the details and provide equipment." Doc plucked $25,000 from the briefcase and tossed it to Ren. "I trust you won't fail."

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Oooooh boy do I have a backlog of oneshots to write.

I have a lot of concepts in the rough but I write most of my stories at like 12:30-3:00 and my sleep schedule is almost as fucked as my social life.

I should have some stuff come out soon but no promises!

-yours, 'really needs to get their life together' Jones.