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A Human A/B/O Series

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It’s strange..
These flyers have been showing up and down the West Coast, random street promoters handing out flyers and business cards to anyone who looked like they could fight, or anyone pretty asking them if they wanted to be a promo-model, quickly dissipating when a police officer was spotted.

Strange.One flyer in particular caught your eye as it was shoved into your hands by a guy in a red shirt and a baseball hat. this ugly brick red flyer, your eyes instantly reading "Amateur Boxing Competition” and “Alpha/Beta/Omega fighters wanted. Omega Card Carriers Wanted”You looked up, confused, about to ask what this was for, only to realize that he was gone.It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand what this… Catacombs Fight Club.. was..An underground fight club..Quickly pocketing the flyer, you head home, attaching it to your fridge with a magnet, eyeing it every morning when you make breakfast and evening when you make dinner, thinking nothing of it until something happens when you're strapped for cash, mulling over your choices when you see the flyer again.It's quick cash. You think. Grabbing the phone out of your pocket, dialing the number on the flyer, talking to a guy named Reggie to figure out a night for you to come in and get on the schedule.You wait outside of the warehouse, listening to the sound of drunk cheering, the THWACK of fist meeting face, the wolf whistles aimed towards those dressed like they should be on the cover of a low-rider magazine, head snapping towards the sound of someone whistling to get your attention, seeing the same man that shoved the flyer into your hands.“Thanks for comin’, homie. Name’s Reggie.” offering his hand to shake yours, guiding you inside. “So you lookin’ to fight or be eye candy?” he gives you a once over before deciding what you’ll be doing, for you.Fighter User
“So we got some basic rules.” he explains, “word of mouth only, no cameras, no police. You have your choice of prizes if you win a fight, depending on what you want. Money or Mate basically. Locker room is down the hallway, bring your own lock, give the DJ your song for you to walk out to.”The crowd gasped as one of the fighters in the ring went down, holding his stomach as blood seeped through his fingers.“Don't be surprised, it's no rule fighting with everything on the line.”The crowd cheered as the Alpha standing raised his gloves in victory.“Welcome to the Catacombs, kid.”Omega Card Carrier User
“Its really simple” He explains, “you come here on fight nights, get dolled up. Carry around round cards, like you see the girls do on TV. Be cute for the crowd, super simple.” He puts his hand on the small of your back, leading you through the crowd, until he stops in front of the locker rooms.“There’s a catch. Fighters have their choice of prizes when they win. you might be chosen, you might not. Don't be surprised either way.”The crowd cheered as the alpha in the ring hoisted an omega that was pulled from the crowd over his shoulder, giving them a swift smack on their ass as he walked out of the ring.“Welcome to the Catacombs, kid.”