Forced to Fight (Open)

[tenebria]

The truck jostled over the last bump on the road as it turned down the gravel drive, the rattling intensifying. Muerto snarled in his throat as the chains almost threw him about like a ragdoll, despite his claws anchored against the metal bars. Finally, with a grating screech of metal, the truck bounced to a halt and turned off, both doors opening. Muerto's nose was assailed with the scents of the other dogs, and the fury in him mounted as he almost shook with anger at his restraints. The back of the truck suddenly banged down, and Damien gave him a cold look "You take the back, i'll take the front, and I hope you won't underestimate him, even with that muzzle. There's a reason his name brings the money in the ring" he snapped coldly to the trainer, who was looking sullen, his arm wrapped with bandages and covered once more with the leather sleeve. He muttered something angrily under his breath as he moved to the back, giving Muerto a venomous look. The midnight black pitbull turned his head as much as he could, his cold eyes giving back equally as good of a death stare, if not more unsettling as his shoulders twitched in his panther like anger. The trainer was the first to look away as he secured the chain in his hands. Muerto immediately felt the slack and tensed up, his nerves racing in anticipation. The chain in the front ran through a slot specially made so Damien could hold onto it and unlock the cage, without having to slip it through any cracks, and risk his own harm, which he certainly would have been doing otherwise. As soon as the locks clicked back, Muerto rammed against the door, throwing it open and bursting out, the trainer letting out a muffled growl of anger as the chain was almost ripped from his grasp. Even Damien let out a startled intake of breath as he leapt back, yanking the chain hard to be sure the choke collar was doing it's job. It was. Muerto was thrown back almost on his haunches as the muscly Trainer gave a rather ferocious yank on the chain, once again suspending him between the two. It was a tricky business to keep the chain taught as the Trainer worked around to get it through the cage bars and get a hold on it again, then he gave a nod to Damien. "Do not let it slack again" was the cold reply as the two of them began working Muerto across the grounds towards the foreboding building in which the ring was. As soon as he was out, Muerto could see the other dogs. His lips curled in distaste as he moved forwards, his eyes brushing over them with cadaverous indifference. Pups they were, or old scraggly dogs with tired eyes. And tied to mere stakes driven in the ground no less. Some of them didn't even appear to be secured by chains! His attention was literally choked back to the two men as he rolled his eyes back to snarl at them, they pulling him back between them as he had been surging forwards much too fast for them. Flashing a deathly sneering look back to them, he clawed his way forwards even more, his muscles rippling as he almost literally dragged them across the grounds, his snarl rising in his throat. Any that went against him would not get up that day, that was for certain.

[wingfeather]

After a long, hot and thoroughly uncomfortable ride, the van carrying Revenge finally pulled into the well known rough rocky driveway of the fighting ring. Revenge winced as the van came to an uncomfortably abrupt stop. The music kept playing as the two men got out and walked to the back doors. His master swung it open as the other fumbled with the chain and locks. Revenge stood and growled, the man yelled at him causing Revenge to snarl and bark. ''We may need to work him a bit before the fight,'' the man said to the other, ''though he's getting on the right tracks, we just need to rile him up a little bit more.'' The master nodded and turned his steely dark gaze to the bear dog. The latch flipped suddenly and Revenge barreled out, rounding on the men with a snarl. His blood was getting roused and the intrained fighting spirit was coming out. A whip suddenly flicked from nowhere and bit his shoulder. ''Dont get him too hard,'' the trainer said, ''a few stings. Let the dogs break skin.'' The other nodded and turned his expressionless gaze back to the dog. Revege was outraged by the whip but already he could feel his tail shift between his legs. To other dogs he could give a good resistance... but people? The were just too strong, they were masters and a dog's purpose was to do what they said, but even so, they still find something wrong with you and punish you for it. It was hopeless. He barked sharply as the whip stung him again.. and again ..and again. In the end he was an angered heap of fur, teeth, and foamed saliva. His eyes were crazed and he felt sore all over but in a strange way it made him stronger. He was ready to fight.

[tenebria]

Kali was already feeling miserable as the van pulled into the drive, rattling down and grinding to a halt. Outside she could hear the familiar vicious barking, and she let out a whine deep in her throat. The pitbull beside her was already throwing herself against the cage, eyes alight with the impatient fire of youth as she began howling in excitement. Kali's ears flattened and she sighed, turning her head to the back as Keira lifted it open, reaching for her cage first as she yelled across the parking lot to someone. A few seconds later a younger guy showed up, giving her a nod and talking with her for a few moments before opening the pitbulls cage and removing the bullet like beast. The young dog zipped out of her cage, almost throwing him to the ground in her energy as she growled around at the dogs in the distance, her tail quivering in eagerness. Kali whined again, then caught her breath in fear as Keira's gaze moved to her, a scowl coming to her face. "I don't know what's wrong with her today, she doesn't even look like a fighter" the woman said, eyes narrowed in frustration as she yanked Kali's collar, forcing her to scramble off the back hastily to avoid a nasty fall. Immediately upon getting out she took in the familiar site. Older and more docile dogs were tied up outside, while deep angry barking and snarling echoed from inside... the kennels. Despite the fact that she wished to avoid fights, she was always put in the cages. A sudden pain in her side made her whirl, her thoughts having taken her attention for too long... and just long enough for the young pitbull, in a fit of blood rage, to swing around and slash her with her growing fangs. Kali's self preservation kicked in as she spun, hackles up, growling low, suddenly turned menacing. The pitbull dashed away from her in surprise, looking at her with a bit more caution from a distance before ignoring her. Keira let out a high pitched laugh "Oh she's ready, although some preparation wouldn't be too unwelcome" she said, glancing to the younger man who nodded, and the two switched leashes. Kali looked up, ears flattening. What was happening? This was new. Suddenly the man yelled at her, throwing a kick at her side. She yelped in pain and surprise and leapt away from him, only to come to the end of the leash. With another harsh yell he yanked her towards him before punching her side. She let out another yelp, eyes wide and frantic as he began coming after her, and she couldn't get away. With yelps of pain she writhed for a few minutes in an attempt to get away, but she could see that wasn't happening. Finally... she let herself unlock her heritage, the blood of her ancestors, and with a sudden roar of anger and pain she leapt forwards. She had no qualms about harming any human. Her teeth snapped just inches from his face as he leapt back in surprise, now trying to keep her away from him. Snagging something from his back pocket, he revealed a small length of heavy chain and whipped it towards her, the metal thrumming through the air. With a scramble of desperation Kali threw herself backwards, but the end chain still smacked her muzzle hard enough to draw blood in her mouth. She coughed slightly, ears pinned in anger and helplessness as she pulled away from him, the metal now chasing her as she backed away, instinct not letting her turn her head. "Oh you're ready now" the man said with an uncaring evil smile, lashing out once more with the metal. She leapt back again, but this time it caught her paw, wrapping around it with an unnerving crack, and she let out an extremely loud cry of pain, limping backwards. The expression on the mans face turned slightly ashen as she hopped back, limping once again. And she knew why. If he harmed her so she couldn't fight well, Keira would kill him. Mahakali might not be the best most invigorated fighter, but she hadn't lost much, and she'd always given a good long fight. Bluffing confidence, he swung the chain at her again, but she could tell it was no longer with the intention to hit her. "Get moving" he snapped, and this time she obeyed, especially as the thrum of metal was still chilling in warning behind as she moved forwards. Now that she could actually sort of focus on things other than herself, a roaring bark was echoing from nearby, along with the cruel repeating crack of a whip. She wasn't the only one being beaten into a fighting mood. Quietly to herself she let out another whine. She hated this place so much.

[wingfeather]

Julio half trotted half shambled about the yard, his tail (of which he only had a small stub of) wagged back and forth slowly. ''Quite a few dogs around,'' he said to himself in a high pitched, heavily Mexican accented voice, ''we shall have ourselves a fight tonight, oh yes we will.'' He turned his crazed eyes about the place which to the onlooker would seem as if he were staring in two different directions at once. This was even more unsettling if one of those pale watery eyes turned towards you. Needless to say, no human ever tried touching Julio, aside from Fernando Hernando, his owner, but the guy doesn't do so unless it was absolutely necessary, like smacking him off the kitchen table or something. He could see the humans getting their dogs ready for the fight and let at an insane sounding cackle, ''the poor pups, afraid of the fangless people who only have half as many legs as us.'' He shook his head and tisked his tongue before again letting out that hair raising laugh.

[wingfeather]

Ganges had an enjoyable ride to the ring. He howled nearly the entire way and did not stop when his master told him to. In the end the guy gave up and resorted to turning up the volume of Russian music his radio was blasting. It was quite a while before the pick up finally pulled into the yard (at least in Ganges’s opinion it was a while). The man changed out his normal collar to a prong and attached the leash before opening the door. Ganges leapt out quickly pulling the man with him but thankfully for him he landed on his feet, even if it was in an ungainly manner. That is when Ganges saw him… the black pit bull. He stopped panting and locked eyes on him follow his every move, or rather his every thrash. He wanted so badly to go up to the fighting dog but will and a biting collar held him back. He tried to pull and felt that he was making great progress but that was merely because his master was going in the same direction, just at a more moderate pace. He hopped his master would put him in the cages this time like a lot of the other fighting dogs were, while he went to place his bets, but this was unfortunately wishful thinking for his master had already veered off the path and tied him to a stake near a Sheppard and a Doberman but just out of reach. Ganges barked and snarled but the man just kicked him aside and walked away to place his bets. He’d come back just before the fight. Ganges huffed and laid down. He eyed the other two dogs suddenly. “Who are you,” he asked them gruffly, trying to look as mean and vicious as he could. He bared his fangs at them hoping that perhaps he could get them to cower. 

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Varkado would watch the other fighting dogs, he noticed a odd pitbull that looked half big cat struggling with there master he slightly shivered as the pitbull hybrid looked in his direction, "I don't think I would want to fight them in the ring they look like they would win the fight before it was even over" Varkado said as he watched the pitbull hybrid with a nervous excitement, he then noticed a young wolf who seemed to admire the pitbull hybrid, "Silly pup that dog will tear you to pieces before it would even think of letting you live" he said in a whispering tone to the wolf, he let out a loud snarl at the dog that was the closest to him, they started to lunge at him the chain barely holding them back from leaping at Varkado, he couldn't hold back the monster in him it was craving blood if this dog even dared break the chain he was going to fight them, but before he could even attack Armone ran over to him "Varkado ..stop my freind save it for the ring this dog is not worthy of even fighting you" Armone said as he calmed Varkado down and made the chain tighter to restrict his movement then walked back to the building, he let out a growl as he layed down trying to keep the monster at bay untill the fight with Revenge.

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Ecoris would watch the fighting dogs from behind the fence her eyes were drawn to a young wolf, "Poor pup like that does not belong here the dogs will tear him apart let alone leave him alive" she thought as she spotted a dog that looked like one of her pups from her first litter, they looked like her but had a more muscular build like the dog she had been forced to have pups with, she let out a audible whine trying to get the dog to notice her but they were too focused on something she couldn't see from the fence, she jumped by the fence trying to get a better view and that's when she saw the beast Muerto, she only knew of the dog's name from her master but he looked nothing like what Ecoris imagined he did, there were muscles rippling beneath his solid black coat and his unreal eyes made him look more scary then any dog she had ever seen in the ring, she had seen plenty of dogs from huge great danes to the smallest of fighting dogs in the ring hardly any of them looked like him.

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Remo would wake up hearing the other dogs barking like crazy, he was annoyed at having had his sleep disturbed but yet he got to his paws and walked as far as his chain would allow, "My god ...that's not a dog that's a monster" Remo would say as he looked at the pitbull hybrid who was looking at all the dogs, "hm I might be old there beast but I have seen more fights in my years in the ring then you have seen kindness" Remo thought seeming to know what the beast thought of a dog like him, he looked at the dog beside him they were growling and snarling trying to intimidate the beast with there fiery agression, but Remo ignored them he knew that a dog like that would need to be seriously injuried or scared to even show the slightest sign that they were intimidated by other dogs around his size.

[brooke0518]

Growling, feeling rather agitated, Blyke circled around a bit, in the very small, tight, wire cage, in the back of a musty, old truck. He knew exactly where he was going......the fighting ring. He could feel the agonizing, aching feeling of his empty stomach. This happened every single time. Whenever he was being prepped for a fight, his handler always took a couple of days, of not feeding him, to get him amped up for a fight. He was always agitated and cranky, when he had an empty belly, and it seemed that his handler.....Joseph, had picked up on that. This was the first time, that he would be fighting in New Mexico. Ever since he had been imported from Germany, he had done most of his fighting in Detroit, before they determined that he should make his presence known on a bigger stage. New Mexico seemed to be that place, so now he was being trucked all across the country, with a few stops on the way, until they had found a home to make residence in. He had been here, for who knows how long. He had the long, aching training regime, and now he was here. The dogs here, probably had as much experience as him, and would undoubtedly be tough. When he was pulled from his cage, the minute that the truck comes to a complete stop, he shakes, vigorously, pawing a bit at the annoying muzzle around his mouth, before feeling him get yanked forward. He looked at his handler, with a look of pure fury. He hated humans. They were all the same, constantly shouting and kicking. If he had his way, he would tear the throat of his handler, out. But now.......now he was here. In this large, rundown barn, now tethered to the ground, both a short, robust chain. He looks around, eyeing the other dogs, trying to determine who was easy pickings, and who he should watch out for.

[wingfeather]

Revenge was seeing red, he just wanted to tare something apart... ANYTHING! He spun on his master, head lowered and teeth bared, his lips pulled back in a nasty snarl, whilst his scruff made him look even bigger than he already was. The man laughed, it was a scratchy and unpleasant noise, there was no fear in his eyes. Suddenly the whip popped and his leash jerked him back causing him to cough sharply. Revenge turned on him... the trainer, but the sight of the whip didn't make him go any further than deep thoated growls. Plus, he was still muzzled. They led him to the many lined and staked cages located just within sight of the ring, he resisted a few times, but knew that it was all futile, they always made him do what they wanted, no matter what. A few dogs were already caged, most of which were barking challenges at him, Revenge didn't hesitate to return them. He was caged beside a large bull mastiff... one he'd fought before... and won. The dog eyed him darkly, clearly remembering his defeat with clarity. ''I see your back, Bear Dog,'' the mastiff spat, ''perhaps today is the day I can take vengeance on what YOU did to me.'' Revenge eyed the other coolly, ''Unlikely, the people here want a suspenseful struggle, they dont like waisting their time if there is to be a clear winner.'' The mastiff howled in anger and bashed his shoulder sharply against the cage, murder in his small eyes. Revenge just turned away. He looked out to the arena, it seemed like the men were finishing up the bets, it wouldn't be long now. 

[tenebria]

Muerto snarled through his muzzle as he dragged the men towards the door, his gaze fearlessly sweeping over the dogs outside as he passed by them, coldly assessing them, breaking down all their pretend bravado and revealing them for the spineless weaklings they all were. A high pitched young bark caught his ear for a moment, the sound of it almost wild, despite sounding rather weak. He flung his head around to study the cages again that he had gone past, his piercing eyes landing on a young, what appeared to be, wolf, who's gaze was on himself. He stopped dead in his tracks, a snarl building in his throat as his gaze seemed to lock onto the young pup. A wolf. That was a danger in the ring. Not now of course, now it was merely a weak pup to be crushed. Not that he would get the chance though, the owner must know a wolf's instincts would take over once adult hood, and he would become a formidable fighter. But now... now he was vulnerable. The instinctive need for blood and death and victory took over Muerto's veins as he trembled slightly, tail stiff behind him, shoulders shifting as he snarled again, ears flattening, teeth showing. If only there were not two chains wrapped around his neck, he could finish this now. Instead the chain tightened and after a moment of intense snarling, and a silent promise made, he spun and charged into the building, dragging the two grunting men after him. With racing adrenaline he began clawing his way towards the ring at the far end of the building, but was jerked back as Damien wrapped the chain around a post, pulling hard to swing him over. Muerto snarled and spun on him, charging him in sudden ferocity. Damien let out a muffled sound just as the trainer put his weight against the chain, jerking the black beast to a stop. Muerto snarled, the sound echoing in his ears from the muzzle, then turned. They weren't worth his time right now. With another jerk he threw himself towards the kennels in a frenzy of snarling, managing to slam his muzzle against the first cage, and sending an Akita mix scrambling to the back of it's cage in shock. He snarled, his eyes sweeping down the line of cages, challenging them. These were where his own challengers would come from, and yet he doubted many would make it back to these cages again when he was through with them. Suddenly he felt a shove from behind and he spun to face the two men, an open cage behind him. With a whir of metal links the chain was whipped towards him and he ducked swiftly. It whizzed over his head and he curled his lip in scorn before backing into the cage himself. This one restraint he would accept... because it meant glory in the ring soon. He snarled again as the door was slammed shut and locked, then threw himself at the side just to be sure whoever was beside him knew not to try anything. If they even thought of taunting him... they would die.

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Varkado felt like he was going to explode with rage the longer it took for all the masters to settle whatever they had going on, he was trying very hard not to pick a fight with the other dogs here but his temper was raging with excitement and the prospect of fighting in the ring with some of the greatest fighters in the ring, he rose to his paws as soon as Armone walked over to him he let out a agressive bark or two as his muscles quivered with excitement, "Settle down Varkado..let me get the muzzle on you" Armone said as he put his hands on Varkado's neck to put the muzzle on him, this told Varkado the fight would not be that far away, he was already looking for Revenge admist the dogs already here but he was not so sure what Revenge looked like so he just gave up looking, he would have to size up Revenge in the ring and debate best how to attack them in the ring.

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Ecoris would watch the dogs around her she was looking around for any dog that dared to challange her to a fight her lean muscles were quivering with anxiety, she then saw her master walking over to her there was a coldness in her eyes that Ecoris did not like, she looked at Ecoris and without warning pulled out a sharp wire that cut her muzzle, she yelped in pain but then it turned to rage and she turned her attention not on her master but on someone she had never seen before, they were laughing at her in pain from the cut on her muzzle which was dripping a fair amount of blood, this broke everything Ecoris tried not to be she really didn't want to hurt anyone, but her years as a fighting dog had broken her in such a way every bit of pain she endured was so painful it brought her back to her days as a pup locked away in a cage with her mother and siblings, then she snapped at the person who had laughed at her being in pain and ran right at him her long legs covering a vast distance in a matter of minutes, "Ecoris stop" her master yelled but she ignored the command already full of rage she ran right at the person her teeth sinking deep into there arm, she held on with so much force that every motion of the person's arm caused her teeth to sink in deeper to there skin, she then relesed the person's arm and backed off her whole body started to shake with rage and fear as she realized what she did, "Take her to the cages now she can no longer be lose if she acts like this" said the person who Ecoris did not know, she looked at her master her eyes were as cold as ever as she spoke to the man her eyes seemed to soften a little, "I am going too i'm so sorry for that normally she is so sweet I don't know what came over her" her master said to this person who Ecoris now realized might be the one who runs the fighting ring, she went willingly with her owner but she did not lower her head in shame of what she did feeling like her actions were justified after her master or at least she thought it was her master cut her muzzle with sharp wire, she was done with being in pain for entertainment for the rest of her life the moment she had a chance she was going to escape this terrible place, she was then forced into this tight cage well away from any of the fighting dogs or at least she thought but then she saw some movement from a cage beside her, a large mastiff was growling at a dog she couldn't see from where she was in the row of cages.

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Remo would watch the other fighting dogs he was smaller then many of them, but if there was anything he learned from his years of fighting it was that you never underestimate your opponent they could always do something unpredictable that could catch you off guard, he was pretty experianced with all kinds of fighters and often knew what dogs to avoid in the ring, that black beast was going to haunt his dreams possibly for what remained of his life if he ever left the ring alive that is, he let out a growl at the young pup who was yanking at the chain to his left, "quit it young pup doing that is not going to make you look like a top fighter in the ring" Remo said, trying to give the young dog at least a little advice even though he could care less if the pup won or lost in the ring tonight or tomarrow.

[brooke0518]

Raising his head up, from inside of the cage, Blyke growls, his lips peels back in a snarl, which revealed rows of razor-sharp teeth, and strong, healthy gums. The muscles in the rottweiler's body were rippling with anticipation. He couldn't see any other dogs of his own kind, though he could see that none of them were going to be slouches. So many of them were loud and snarling, and he was currently eyeing up a dog, that was just as big as him. with a pitch-black coat, and ears that were clipped to a fine point. Standing up, he glares at the humans, as they walk past, their foul stench permeating the area. His jaws, though formidable, were locked behind a thick, leather muzzle, with mesh wiring on the front. For some reason, the atmosphere was making him eager for a fight, though Joseph hadn't approached his cage once, since he arrived. He could hear the growls of angry dogs and he knew that this was going to be a night, that was full of rage filled growls, screaming men, and the coppery scent of blood. He would have a turn, soon enough. But of course, he didn't know who his opponent was.