*Humans & Hybrid*

By the looks of it, the humans thought London Calling could be a great fighter. But they had to test him first, before attempting to sell him to someone. They led the canine to a nearby enclosure and released him from the noose.

Inside the enclosure was a hybrid of uncertain breeds. He had a touch of wolf in him, but domestic dog blood dominated his viens. He was about 100 pounds, with lean muscles and a long, matted-up coat. His eyes were slightly droopy and held a look of fear as they fell upon London. A faint snarl played on the hybrid's muzzle, but his tail was down.

London calling

He took one look at the hybrid then did as he was trained. He leaped at the others throat, growling, snarling snapping. He lunged at his wind pipe and hoping to tear it, bowl the dog over. If he fell into the dogs chest he stood a good chance of knocking him to the ground. He was in natre Irish Wolfhound, Wold, Pit Ball, Rottie, German Shepard, and great dane. He was just as thick as a rottweiler, he teeth and neck were lik a pitballs, he had the height and power of a great dane, and the irishwolfhound, the smarts and coat denstity of the german shepard, and the wild of the wolf. He was big, his grey, woldhound colored coat was thick, enough to hide the thick well muscled, the broad muscled shoulders, the lean, yet incredibly strong legs, those haunches, where if you bite down it was like steel.

*Hybrid*

The hybrid laid his ears to the side and snarled a sharp warning for the stranger to stay away; but his message went in vain as London Calling came rushing for him. With a deepened snarl, the mixbreed hunched his body down and lowered his head slightly, momentarily protecting his vital underthroat. But he was unprepared for the force in his enemy's attack.

The hybrid snapped visciously at London's muzzle, but whether he made any damage, London still managed to bring his teeth down on the hybrid's neck side. The power in London's charge sent the hybrid off his feet as well, exposing for a brief moment his tender throat.

London calling

The hybrids teeth grazed his muzzle badly, a little blood produced from the broken skin, but London didn't ever blink. As he bit the neck he tried to make tearing motions, to rip the others flesh off. As the other fell he released his purhase and grabbed at his throat, jumping as he though he grabbed something, trying to put his paws on the other canine to stop his escape, and push he weight onto him, making his every move difficult. The blood from his nose now began to drip a little, it was a small gash, but hurt, London ignored the burning pain, snarling and growling as he tried to tear whatever he had a hold on.

London growled in anger You Stupid coward, fight like a dog! This seemed to easy to him.

*Hybrid*

The hybrid yelped pitifully as his skin was shredded and mangled with London's movements. Despite the agonizing pain, the canine kept enough mind to try and parry the next assault. Struggling but unable to escape or pull himself away from his enemy's large paws, the hybrid met London Calling fang to fang, trying to mar up the other's nose and muzzle, though he knew the same injuries would befell him as well.

"You'll be sorry when this is over!" He cried back, his voice a mixture of fury and desperation.

London calling

The big dog ignored the feeling of pain, and the warm gush of blood over his nose. Some was his, from these new injuries, some of it was this puppy's. He snarled, and growled, moving into each bite with a lot of force and weight, ensuring maximum damage. His huge paws found purchase on the poor dog, and he pressed all his weight into them as he gave a furious attack. His pads were becoming a little damp with sweat as he pushed all his muslce into his jaws and slammed down hard and bit. He then, quite suddenly clamed his jaws tossed his head and released. Foolish puppy, now, I will make this long and painful. He snarled. He backed off, moving swiftly round the pen, awwaiting the next move.

*Hybrid*

The hybrid scrambled up, snarling sharply and hanging his head low as blood slowly dripped off of it from his fresh facial wounds. "I'd like to see you try!" The canine watched London Calling with glaring, half-scared, half-defiant orbs, trying to gauge the other's endurance and moves. For a moment, the dog did nothing but trace the other's movements, keeping himself facing London at all times. But then, with no particular warning, the hybrid launched himself across the span of their prison cell and dove low. He drove his crimson-stained fangs for the other's forelimb, trying to seize hold of the narrower appendage

London Calling

The dog X snarled, and moved his two front legs, the others teeth scrapped his leg, causing blood to spurt out, but it soon slowed to a trickle. He had seen the fear in the others eyes, and was about to play upon it. He knew humans liked these fights to drag, and be entertaining, he has been "professionally" trained, and had great endurance, he has once been on a treadmill for 5 hours straight, he knew his business. As he jumped up, to save his leg he slammed all his weight, all 130 pounds into the poor pups back, growling and snapping, trying to take chunks out of the other.
He snarled and growled, raising all his fur up, adding a few inches to his height and width, this should make the other even more fearful.
Watch me, after I'm done you can roll over and submit before I kill you coward.
He growled, still biting and snapping, trying to push all his weight, and strength into the dog, hoping to break some bones or put him in extreme pain.

*Dog & Humans*

The taste of warm blood, for a moment, send a fleeting feeling of victory flash in his mind. But London Calling removed his limb from danger before more damage could be done, and then went on to plunge his larger frame down. Before the canine to spring away, 130 pounds of flesh befell his back, sending his body down as trembling legs gave way. Agonized yelps were released as bite after bite tore through flesh and shed his blood.

Through all this, the hybrid snapped feverishly at London's own body, sending his fangs were ever they could reach. Try as he might, kicking and scrabbling at the ground, he couldn't get up from under the terrible press of his enemy. "Submit!?" He wasn't sure what to think, partly because the pain was so intense. But if he could get his life spared, than he'd do it. Until that though, he continued to fight like a mad thing, though his blood began to grow thick in his coat as London kept up his brutal assault.

On the outside, the humans watched with cruel satisfiaction, nodding their heads and baring there flattened teeth at the specticle.

London Calling

He growled, and hissed, tearing more at the dog, now using his paws/claws to tear at the dogs sides. He grabbed a mouthful of flesh, and tried to flip the other canine over onto his back. Submit and I may spare you, roll coward, you worthless piece of dogfelsh. He wanted to see him do the full submit, the peeing, cowering, the tail between the legs, the roll over, like a dog begging for his life. He snarled and snapped at the dog's flesh, waiting for him to submit.

*Humans & Dog*

"Alright, alright!" The dog whimpered, half letting himself be flipped to the side by London's own force. Yelping pitifully, the young dog let the top of his head rest against the ground, leaving his soft throat revealed in its fullest. His paws were tucked and his tail curled miserably between his legs, hugging close to his body. Desperate to save his life, though there wasn't much worth to be living for, the dog went so far as to piddle, in the ulitmate show of submission.

Around the cage, the humans laughed and howered, their eyes gleaming. Here was a fighter. Here was a good profit for them.

London calling

The huge dog growled, it his mind he pitied the pup, it had never really stood a chance, but it had fought him, so he would fight back. It was a sad way to die, but he knew he could show no pity if he expected to live. He lunged in, to finsh the pup, he stopped just before his throat.
This will be quick he bit down, hard and fast, aiming, with his big jaws to bite straight through the windpipe and jugular vein. He released and pushed down futher, trying to tear the spine. If he succeeded it would make for as close as he could get to a painless death. He shook his head, trying to tear at any flesh he got hold of, trying to show how strong he was.

He released. He went to the mesh and sat down. In the way of a calm collected killer sort of way. He licked the blood from around his lips, and looked straight into the eyes of the man before him, he had no fear of nothing, no one, no place, no time.

*Humans & Pup*

The young dog flinched, his eyes getting wider as London Calling bored down upon him. Fear seized him, and his stupified mind could not think quick enough to save himself, although the outcome would be his death in any case. At least, however, the end was indeed quick. Not even a yelp had time to form before the murderer severed the lifelines that lay in the throat. There was only the rattle of life's final breath escaping before the body relaxed in death.

The men cheered their delight, greatly approving of London's work. He was definitely a worthy fighter, but there was another aspect that they had to deal with before selling him. How well would he handle the commands of a new master?

On man opened the gate of the enclosure, stepping inside with London Calling. There was no club, no bat, no large weapon that was normally used. Instead, there was a slimmer, shorter looking thing that the man carried. Metallic, with a smaller projection at the end. Its capabilities would be made clear if London Calling did anything wrong.

For the first assessment, the man simply stood in the enclosure, seeing if London would show him hostility or even go so far as to attack. And as the man stood there, he stared straight back into the figher's eyes.

London Calling

London stood, his eyes cold on the mans, his tail was over his back, in a show of having to fear, and dominance, this man was not his master. His master though had never taught him to be hostile to humans, unless they frightened his master or him. Animals though, he would be set on a more then daily basis.

He quite silently went to the man, still staring into his eyes, he had not sunken his posture, showing no submittance. He sniffed the man, blood still trickling from his nose, some may have landed on the man, he did not now. Happy and relaxed with the man's presence he wandered over to the corner of the pen, lay down, and began to lick his leg wound, and try and lick his nose wound. He kept staring at the man staring at him.

He was puzzled though, after a fight he was fed soon after, as a reward for winning as he wouldn't me there if he hadn't. Now this man came into his pen, with a shinny stick, and didn't even remove the carcass! The adrenaline still raced round his veins from the easy fight, normally he would fight against trained, and experienced killers, the pro dogs, like himself, not scared pups.

*Humans*

The man tensed up as London Calling approached to investigate. His hands flexed hard over the medal device, but he had been around canines enough to know the subtle signs that preceeded an attack. As the fighter lay down, the man glanced to the other humans positioned around the cage, speaking to them. The conversation was brief; London Calling had easily passed the test.

The man took hold of the juveniel's scruff and hauled the carcass out of the enclosure. Not bothering to clean up the blood or treat London Calling for his wounds, they threw some meat in his cage and left. Later on in the day, his new master would arrive to claim him.

Ethan

He had accquired several King Hounds by now, but wanted to utilize a mix of canines in his hunting group. With fall approaching, he wanting his 'pack' trained and coordinated to work together while hunting wolves and other game. As well as pit fighting, of course. When he got the call about London, Ethan was interested in taking up the new addition.

Several hours after the fight, he arrived and headed straight for London's enclosure. Although, like his other canines, he wanted London trained to be handleable off the leash, he couldn't trust the hybrid right now. So, as he entered the pen, he took a lengthy chain from his pocket. Fashioning a slip noose at the end, he boldly approached London Calling and attempted to put the loop around his neck. He wasn't foolish though; a small club was held in one of his hands, just in case.

London Calling

London greedily snatched the meat, feasting on it, before resting, sleeping though the warm hours of the day. He watched the strange man come in, and watched him through one eye as he moved around. He stood, shook himself then went and sat by the man.

Ethan

After getting the chain about London's neck, Ethan grinned slightly. This hybrid should work well; he seemed obedient enough, while still having that killer instinct. "Alright London, lets see how you fit in with the pack." Tugging once at the chain, the man opened the cage door and began to walk to his truck, so he could load his new fighter in the back.

London Calling

He obeidently followed, with a proud gait, his tail high, and his legs coverin the ground in almost slow motion so he did not drag the man with his huge frame.

Ethan

Reaching the truck, he opened up the back gait, "Alright, in you go." Ethan said, waving his hand in a gesture for London to jump into the bed of the truck.

London Calling

The hybrid looked from the man to the truck and back again. With a single spring landed neatly in the bed of the truck, shaking his fur out, before settling to lick the small wound on his paw, which though it no longer bled or bothered him, he new had to be kept clean.

Ethan

Finding himself more and more pleased with his new fighter by the minute, Ethan eased the tailgate close and hopped into the cab. The old truck roared to life, shivering and quaking as the motor revved up. With a lurching motion, the vehicle shifted into drive and pulled away from the Lab. Bouncing along on decade-old shocks, the truck was steered along the backroads as Ethan made his way for the cabin house in the White River mountains.