[attr="class","weaselthepits1"]Intrigue and commotion surrounded a local MMA gym on what seemed to be a regular Sunday morning. The inside of the gym was packed to the brim, because word had spread that the Yakuza was recruiting new members today. The best part about the whole thing was that Fujin the boss of the criminal organization didn’t need applicants to bring a CV, or anything that formal. Instead, all you had to do was last a few rounds in the ring with YOKO, one of the Yakuza’s best fighters. If you did well, you’d be hired on the spot, thus securing yourself a very well-paying job.

Because of this great job opportunity, a long line of applicants had formed in front of the gym. People like ex-military personnel, wannabe tough guys, and even teenagers who thought Yakuza tattoos would get them laid all patiently waited in line for a chance to throw fists at Yoko, and possibly join the prestigious criminal organization. As the fights began, the gym was filled with sounds of flesh pounding on flesh, bone-breaking, and fighters grunting or screaming in pain. To most of the spectators, the fights were brutal and entertaining to watch. Roars and cheers filled the gym and echoed through the streets of East city. But Fujin still hadn’t seen a single interesting prospect. He nonchalantly stood ringside, with a cigarette between his lips and a disinterested expression on his face.

The dark-haired gangster took another drag from his cigarette while watching Yoko(one of his men) knock out another contender, then another contender, then another contender. Jin exhaled the smoke he had inhaled, before finally talking to his assistant. ” I’m beginning to feel like this was a waste of time and money.” he spoke unenthusiastically while watching the next victim of Yoko’s rampage step into the ring. Then his assistant replied, ” We still have quite a few promising applicants waiting to step into the ring sir. Do not give up just yet” She spoke while watching Yoko knock out the fighter that had just entered the ring mere seconds ago. ” Look at that…Another world-class fighter ladies and gentlemen” Fujin commented sarcastically at the fighter who had barely lasted a minute. The picky mob boss had all but lost his patience with this show. ” I’ll watch five more fights…. If I see nothing interesting I’m out of here. Yara, Be a dear and tell the driver to warm up the car, please."

Immediately after Fujin had spoken, his assistant called his driver and informed him that he should prepare for their departure. At the rate that Yoko was knocking people out, Fujin had a feeling the next five fights wouldn’t be more than a minute. Hopefully his driver would have brought the car closer and warmed it up by then.

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