Johnny Cage Thumbs Up Novels & Stories

, Alex asked with scared tone , he don't feel safe around that man as he gives inappropriate vibes . Four prisoners were behind that jailor came forwards . A prisoner grabbed the jaw of Alex and forced him to look at him forcefully . " Let's have some fun ! It's been a long time didn't have fun for so long . " " What do you want ? " , Alex yelled . " Soon you will knew about it . " , another prison held the both hands of Alex . " Leave me ! " , Alex yelled . " Oooo ! we like the wild one . Looks like we will have great fun . " , a prisoner forced Alex tp kneel on his knees .

Jasmine: you shouldn't have get your hand in this now you're in trouble He smile more Victor : if am to be in trouble not with that small guns they will need something bigger to handle this His finger start getting strange and a big claws emerged from it Stay tuned

I'm smiling. Hector looked at me and waited for my name to be said. “ Hanalia Faye Beltran Evan's” is my second untouchable handcuff. FIN

One of the men lifts the other and throws him against the cage. I cover my mouth with my hand. “Oh God.” Samuele blinks, “That is nothing. Wait for the exciting part.” I don't say anything to that, anxiety rolling over me. The crowd bursts into an applause, and my eyes darts towards the cage where one man’s foot is on the chest of the other who is lying unconscious, his hands raised in the air to declare his victory. The crowd starts counting— ‘One.’ ‘Two.’ ‘Three.’ ‘Four.’

Two guards down, four to go. Lance was back on his feet and fighting back now and I tried to help him. Johnny went after me gripping my arms tightly so I couldn't move but my legs were free so I sent one knee into his crouch, he let go of my hand immediately sinking down in pain. His revolver had fallen off his hand so I scrambled for it and pulled the trigger. I couldn't kill Johnny so I just targeted his arm and shot him in the shoulder, somewhere it would hurt and render him immobile just longer enough for Lance and I to escape.

His sleeve rides up, revealing the edge of a mantis tattoo. “-Fuck”

Cage told us, prepared to follow the little girls. "Don't worry, I'll protect Sophie," Zharn nodded as if that was the instruction given. I made a face at him, and Sophie lightly smacked him on the head. "I'll protect the rest," he begrudgingly said. "Better," Sophie smiled, and he grinned back. Ew. Remind me to puke or choke on my food later, at least. "Wait," I stopped Cage. "What about your hands? Zharn should go." "I can handle it. It'd take forever if Zharn goes with his broken leg," he responded.

Joe slowly made his way to a standing position and glared at the slowly forming crowd. “Didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” I yelled at him. He didn’t answer, he just wiped his arm against his still-bleeding nose. He looked down at his arm and then at me. His eyes were now glowing. “Upgrades it is.” I rolled my eyes to the back of my head to activate my Pureview. Crosshairs formed, and his movements were being tracked by my upgrade.

Nathan uppercut punch Carter and then kicks at the back of Carter’s leg which cause Carter to stumble and fall to the ground, before he could get up Nathan quickly grabs him around the neck with his arm pulling him backwards, Nathan lying flat on his back, wrapping his legs around Carter’s, while tightening his grip around Carter’s neck. A few seconds passed and Carter could not get out of Nathan’s hold and tap out. I look at James excitedly. James and I both jump up and scream. “HE WON.” We jump up and down out of excitement. James runs into the cage jumping on Nathan, slapping him on the back while congratulating him.

ZAYDEN “Let go of him, you motherfuckers!” Carson roared a few feet away from Gavin. He was holding a large white plastic bag. He threw the plastic bag back to the stand and it landed exactly on the floor before the work table. Carson's punch fell on the nose of the thug who had a stick in hand, aiming for the back of Gavin’s head. A second thug throws a punch at Gavin which he blocked with his palm, eyes colder than frost. Yes, that's my boy. I raised him well.