All Chapters of THE WARRIORS OF TWO WORLDS : Chapter 11
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chapter eleven
Prove It The fight between both Punisher and Jaden was kind of weird. Everyone knew the outcome and the odds were not in Jaden's favour. Damon on the other hand wanted him to reconsider but his mind was made up. He remembered his words before they got out of the house. Damon bit his nails as he stared at the tank right in front of Jaden. His built was thrice the size of him. Damon had always watched Punisher on the television most time during his fights but now, he was watching him life with Jaden at his mercy. The truth was that, each time Jaden was in the ring, it felt like he was back in the pits where he had to fight for his life. Each battle, each fight, was a fight of blood and one of death. "You are going to need the head helmet, Punisher." Riker said from the stand. But Punisher brushed him off. "He is a kid. The odds aren't fair." The gym went silent. Every fighter turned to watch. Everyone knew Punisher was one of the toughest opponents and best fighters in the
chapter twelve
The Weight of Strength Riker didn’t waste time. The moment Jaden proved himself against Punisher, he dropped his name for the upcoming tournament. It was going to be big — fighters from all over were coming, and the crowd would be massive. The winner would face off with the Boulder in the final round. Everyone wanted that fight, but Riker wanted it for one reason — to prove that Jaden was the monster he had built. News spread fast. At the gym, whispers started. Jax, one of the best fighters around and the same man who had humiliated Jaden before, couldn’t hide his laughter when he heard the news. “Jaden? That loser?” Jax said to a group of fighters while lifting weights. “He’s not ready for that tournament. The kid can’t handle real pressure. You all saw what happened last time — I almost broke his ribs, and he cried like a child. Thanks to him, I had a new girlfriend." he said laughing The other fighters chuckled, some trying to hide their amusement. Everyone in the MMA world
chapter thirteen
The Weight of War Jaden’s chest rose and fell in fast, uneven breaths. Sweat rolled down his forehead as the crowd screamed his name — no, not his name — they screamed for blood. He could see the faces again. The arena. The dust. The broken men at his feet. The roar of the crowd shaking the ground beneath him. He didn’t remember how long he had been fighting, only that it never ended. Every punch he threw, every bone that cracked, every scream that echoed — it was all the same. “Kill him! Kill him!” they shouted. Jaden blinked, his vision blurring. Blood. Sand. And the hunger to kill. He suddenly yelled and jolted up from the chair, gasping for air. The room around him came into focus — his small apartment, quiet and dimly lit. His hands were trembling, his shirt soaked with sweat. It was happening again — the nightmare. “Damn it,” he whispered, clutching his head. His chest felt tight, his pulse racing as if he had just fought for his life. He turned to the small ta
chapter fourteen
The Offer No One Saw ComingThe room went quiet the moment Boulder stepped off the weighing scale. His expression was hard, his muscles flexed under the lights, and his face looked like someone who had just swallowed a bitter pill.The officials looked at each other, whispering. Then one of them, a tall man with glasses, cleared his throat and said, “Boulder, you’re under the limit. You’re disqualified from the match.”The crowd gasped. Cameras started flashing. Reporters leaned forward, shouting questions. But Boulder said nothing. He simply grabbed his gym bag, pushed past the officials, and walked out of the weigh-in room.His manager, Xavier Richards, ran after him immediately. “Boulder! Hey! Get back here!”The hallway echoed with their voices. Fighters, trainers, and journalists followed them with their eyes.Boulder turned sharply, his face red with anger. “What do you want, Xavier? I told you I’m done!”“You’re done? Are you out of your mind?” Xavier shouted back. “You had on
chapter fifteen
Everyone in the hall turned when Jaden stood. No one expected him to say yes. No one expected him to face the Boulder. Punisher walked up to him slowly. He put a hand on Jaden’s shoulder. His face looked tired and worried. “Kid,” Punisher said low, “take the money. Walk away. You don’t need this. You need time to heal.” Jaden looked at him. He did not flinch. “I’m not taking the money,” he said. His voice was calm and flat. “I trained for this.” Punisher’s jaw tightened. He leaned closer, so close Jaden could smell the coffee on his breath. “You tore your muscle. You barely stopped bleeding last week. You need rest,” he said. “If you fight now, you’ll pay for it with your body.” Damon stood beside him. He kept his eyes on Jaden, hoping to see doubt. “He’s right,” Damon said. “We can negotiate. We can get more money later. Let this one go.” Riker laughed under his breath and shook his head. “You think a man like Jaden backs down? No chance.” He smirked. “He wants to show them
chapter sixteen
Punisher was nervous. He had trained many fighters, but something about this one felt different. He could not get Jaden’s calm face out of his head. Damon, sitting beside him in the van, was no better. His fingers kept tapping on his knees. The silence inside the vehicle was heavy. Only Riker looked relaxed. He leaned back in his seat, legs crossed, a smirk on his lips. “You two worry too much,” he said. “The boy’s got it.” Punisher glanced at him through the side mirror. “Got it? Riker, this isn’t some rookie fight. This is Boulder. The same man who crushed two pros last season. His fists break ribs.” Riker shrugged. “Then it’s about time someone breaks his jaw.” Damon shook his head, sighing. “You talk like it’s that easy.” “Easy?” Riker said with a grin. “No. But necessary.” They drove in silence for a while, the city lights flashing past the window. The fight was only twenty hours away. Punisher’s mind was already running through strategies. “We’ll have to use speed,” Punis
chapter seventeen
The Boulder was out cold. His body lay flat on the mat like a fallen tree, and the referee’s voice echoed in the microphone. “One… two… three…” No one moved. The huge arena that had been filled with cheers only seconds ago was now silent — so silent that even the sound of the referee’s footsteps could be heard. “Four… five…” Boulder’s chest rose and fell slowly, but his eyes didn’t open. “Six… seven…” The crowd began to murmur. Some of Boulder’s fans stood up, hoping he would rise. Others held their heads in shock. “Eight… nine… ten!” The referee waved his hands in the air. “That’s it! Boulder is down! It’s over!” The silence broke instantly. The entire arena erupted with noise. People screamed, whistled, and clapped. Some still couldn’t believe what had happened — Boulder, the undefeated beast, had been knocked out by a rookie. At the corner, Punisher, Damon, and Riker jumped up at once. “Did you see that?! He did it!” Damon shouted, his voice full of joy. Punisher laughe
chapter eighteen
The next morning came quietly. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but the sound of brooms brushing the gym floor echoed in the large hall. The smell of sweat, chalk, and cleaning spray filled the air. Jaden stood in his usual corner, sweeping the floor and packing gloves, bottles, and towels into lockers. His shirt was soaked with sweat even though it wasn’t from training — it was just his way of keeping his mind busy. When Punisher walked in, he froze halfway. His jaw dropped. “Jaden! What the hell are you doing here?” Jaden looked up calmly, still sweeping. “Cleaning.” Punisher blinked, pointing at him. “Cleaning? Are you serious right now? You just had a fight yesterday! You won a big match! You’re supposed to be home resting, not mopping floors!” Jaden chuckled lightly and leaned the broom on the wall. “Resting is boring. And besides, I didn’t take that many hits.” Punisher frowned, crossing his arms. “Didn’t take that many hits? You fought Boulder! That guy’s fists are the siz
chapter nineteen
Jaden was not expecting anyone from his old life. He didn’t have any friends back then — not real ones, at least. The few people who knew his name only remembered it because they used it to mock him. So when Punisher mentioned visitors, it didn’t sit right. Sheila finished packing her notes and unclipped her mic. “That was a good interview,” she said with a small smile. “You’ve got quite the mystery around you, Jaden. People are going to love this one.” He gave a short nod. “Glad it helped.” “Oh, and before I go,” she added, “the studio called. They want to do a live stream of your next training session. The fans are begging for it. Can we make that happen?” Jaden thought for a second before replying. “Sure. Why not?” She looked pleased. “Great. I’ll tell my team to set it up. Maybe tomorrow?” He shrugged. “Tomorrow’s fine.” As she left the room with her camera crew, Punisher lingered by the doorway. His usual grin had faded a little, replaced with something more cautious. He w
chapter twenty
The gym was alive with noise again. Fighters hit the bags, ropes slapped the floor, and sweat shone on every face. Jaden was in the ring, moving with smooth, sharp precision as he sparred with one of the MMA fighters. His fists cut through the air with power and control. Each punch landed clean, his footwork light and fast. The sound of gloves hitting pads echoed across the hall. Every time he dodged or countered, people around stopped to watch. Harris stood by the corner of the ring, his camera hanging forgotten by his side. The confidence he had earlier had disappeared. He could see clearly now that this wasn’t the same Jaden he used to know. The kid he once bullied had turned into something else — strong, calm, and dangerous. Sheila, who had been talking to some of the crew, noticed the look on Harris’s face and walked up to him. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said lightly. Harris blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. “Nah, just surprised. Didn’t know he was this goo