After the trip back from the scrap heap with Jarome and the run in I had with the Amazonian women in that hotel I felt like the king of the pit. Boy that feeling didn’t last long. Jarome left my side after the trip to the scrap heap something about finding a midget. I swear Jarome is a trip but he seems like a ok guy a bit weird but he hasn’t tried fucking me over so he’s cool in my book.

After I first came into the habitable zone I saw the trouble start. A big bear of a man blocked my way into my cell block. He wasn’t faceing me so I figured he didn’t know he was in my way. “Excuse me can I get pass?” I ask as friendly as I could not trying to fight this guy I could barely hold my own in the area here in the habitable zone there are no rules.

He turned around and growled while he tried to speak to me I guess to intimidate me. Spittle dripping from his thin lips as he spoke to me. “No trespassing Dinkerman orders.” I was shocked I couldn’t even get back to my own cell I didn’t want to argue with the man though he seemed like he could crush me with his thumb if he wanted to. “Oh..ok sorry.” I said as I turned around and looked to see if anyone knew why Dinkerman locked down the cell block.

Looking around I saw one of the white guys who was with us on the Arena one of the twins I think he was the guy chucking grenades and blowing people up. “Hey what’s going on man?” He didn’t seem to like me talking to him and ignored my question. “I said…hey can you hear me?”

He scrunched up his face and looked at me he wore camouflaged pants with a plain black tee shirt and thick boots. “Some idiot pissed off Dinkerman and now the whole block been cut off until they’re done beating up the fool.” He spoke in a rough smokers voice. I tried to see past the group of men blocking the entrance to the cell block with no luck the there was just to many of them.

I decided to stand on the railing next to Dinkerman men to get a better view so I pushed past a few weaker looking men and stood on first railing. There is a common area under the cells where a guy can work out a little free of charge because the folks at home watching the Arena at home want to see healthy people killing each other. What I saw shocked me horribly, Charlie was in a circle bloody and cut fighting off three men. “You fucking bitch.” Charlie yelled as he spat the blood around his cut lip into the eyes of one of the guys and gave him a right hook then spun around and elbowed him across his face with a quick combination of punches. The guy fell to the group two others carried him off and another came in to take his place after they got the knocked out man to the side they dropped him and joined the other man ready to beat Charlie even worse then he already was.

“Come on then…” Charlie said as he put up both his fists balled up and prepared for the others to jump him standing in a good fighters position. The two charged at Charlie but he was faster for a big guy so he didn’t sweat it when he saw them charging. Charlie swerved to the left and shoulder rushed the closest guy to him knocking him on his ass. Charlie then jumped and stomped on his chest sending all the air he had out of the thug on the ground keeping his eyes on the other two.

Charlie looked tired I wondered how long he been fighting them off, but then just as I was about to think of joining in to help Charlie the group of men spread out and backed away from Charlie. Dinkerman came into the center in the circle of men with a smug smile smeared across his face as he looked at Charlie leaking blood from his face. Dinkerman wasn’t very tall only standing at five feet seven inches and skinny as twig but was a leader of the most notorious gang in all of America. His gang took over most of Chicago’s black market threw blunt force and waves of murders and the New York city is under his iron fist as well.

His gang controls most of the Arena underworld activities like smuggling band contraband and drugs but it isn’t the strongest when it comes to numbers seeing as most rather die then suffer the wrath of Dinkerman in the Arena. Dinkerman puts any guy who lets the corporate security forces take them in alive threw a gang beat down to earn their respect back, most die after a few seconds. “Thought you could rob me? Thought I wouldn’t find out you been short changing me for six months?” Dinkerman said as he shuffled closer to Charlie I figured he found out he’s been getting a small chunk of what Charlie earned by surviving the Arena, but Charlie told me everyone keeps a bit for themselves so I wondered how Dinkerman found out.

“Now you’ll find out what I do to thieving rats.” Dinkerman said as threw himself at Charlie goring himself into Charlie’s stomach that nearly took Charlie down.