Chapter 6. Confronting Tyndall

Alexander entered the basement of a huge deserted warehouse in a less crowded area of Las Vegas. Today was the last fight night of the three-day mega-fighting league matches hosted by the FX Fight Club. Kyle, the 6 foot 6 inches tall, hefty and towering bouncer, manned the entry, checking for tickets and allowing groups of people to be screened for weapons before allowing them entry.

“Hey, Killer King, ready for your win today?” he asked Alexander. “Killer King” was Alexander’s nickname in the circuit. He hated it as much as he hated the club, the circuit, and its members, especially Mike Tyndall.

“Yes,” came his curt reply. Although everyone wished to know more about their star contender, he was the most reticent fighter of the circuit, almost a mystery to everyone.

“Mike has got his hopes on you.” Alexander nodded, turning on a fake smile at him. He went inside straight to his personal locker room, which was only used by the club officials. Being the starfighter o