Leo clinched the wooden rails, looking at the two dogs fighting each other. The dogs squirmed and bit at each other, sometimes they would let out cries of pain. "Uh, Cruise…" Said Leo. "The dogs…when will they stop fighting?" Leo asked, still gripping the wooden rail, it gave a few splinters in his hand, but he didn't notice. Cruise laughed.
"Well, when one of them hits the ground,"
Leo felt his adrenaline running, But why, he wasn’t doing anything but just watching the dogs fight each other. Cruise saw Leo shaking, gripping the rail, his hands turning red. Cruise walked up to Leo.
"You feel it, don't you?" Asked Cruise. Leo looked confused.
"Feel what!?" Leo asked.
"The intensity of this fight! Your heart pumps every time you think about that 20 dollar bill! And to see which dog wins!" Leo nods.
"I do feel it, but-what about the dogs? Will they survive? Is this…right?" Cruise sighed.
"Yes, it's for a good cause, I’m helping you! You're just trying to get some money after all, and no one would let you in, except for…me!" Leo raised a brow.
"Ok…" Leo says. "I guess you're right about that." Leo saw the German Shepherd hit the ground, unresponsive, Leo relaxed himself, as he knew he won the bet. The man sighed handing Leo his 20 dollars. He then walked away. Leo couldn't believe it. He just got paid for just sitting there.
"See, Leo!" Said Cruise. "There’s more of where it came from too!" Leo looked back at the German Shepherd who was stiff on the ground. The dog was dead, but that thought seemed to fly right over Leo's head.
"Why don't ywou come back here sometime, huh?'' asked Cruise. Leo smiled.
"Um, sure, why not, of course!” Leo said. Hiroshi growled in annoyance. Leo took Hiroshi by the leash and walked away. Leo met up with Marrisa outside. She was smoking a cigar. “So you’re Cruise's new favorite, huh?” Leo tilted his head to the side.
“What do you mean by that?” Asked Leo. “Why be so…jealous of me?” Marissa laughed,
“Me?” Marissa scoffed. “Jealous of a poor hobo like you, not in a million years!” Marissa looked down at Hiroshi. “What’s your dog’s name..huh?” She asked.
“His name is…Hiroshi! And, he’s not really my dog.” Leo responded. Marissa seemed intrigued.
“So he’s a stray…” Leo nods. “Poor dog, he’s been fending for himself his whole life on the streets. Only to waste the rest of his life away in a gruesome fighting ring..” Leo chuckled.
"What!? No, no that’s not true! Hiroshi-Hiroshi won't spend his life in a-a fighting ring! Trust me!" Leo said laughing.

Two Weeks Later:

Leo was in the ring with his dog, Hiroshi. He...