The truck engines roared loudly as they drove across the empty desert landscape of the wasteland. Leaving nothing but giant trails of dust behind them. Several disheveled vans followed the unusual armored and rusted conveys ahead of them. Makya and Roy sat across from each other in one of the many vans of their marauder capturers. Makya, despite being in this situation, found it funny. He went from one prisoner to someone else's prisoner. Roy looked at him with worry as Makya lowered his head and grabbed his own hair, pulling tightly in frustration. On the bright side, at least they removed their explosive collars.

The ones panicking the most were Jacksons police soldiers. Their eyes darting everywhere trying to find some way to escape. Others crying as they rocked back and forth in place. For a while they were the ones who felt superior to the prisoners, now they were the ones in chains now. The van jumped and bumped vigorously as they traverse the desert wasteland. Makya was able to look through one of the holes in the side of the van that was rusting out. All he saw was how fast they were traveling and the other vans that followed beside his. A camero drives past them at incredible speed. It was covered in armor as well in a crude manner. It had spikes on the hood with a battering ram. A man can be seen jumping up and down on the back side of the car has he held onto railings that were welded to the car. His maniacal laughter pierced the sound of the loud monstrous engines that filled the desert sky. The convoy suddenly began to decrease their speed. Makya peered out the hole again to see large crude walls. A sign that was faded but still readable with the words "Fort Irwin".

They were inside the base and the vehicles stopped immediately making everyone fall and slide across the van floor. The double doors swung open violently and Jacksons guard tried to run immediately. It was futile the moment he tried to sprint as he was tackled to the ground furiously. His face dragged across the sharp rocks on the floor as he pleaded for his life. The man who tackled him kicked him in his face knocking him unconscious. He spat on him before another hauled him away. The brute men began separating the weak looking individuals from the moderate to strong looking ones. Roy and Makya were immediately separated as they both struggled not wanting to be handled. They were place in a small, cramped room until the next morning.

The doors unlocked as one man with bad odor and makeshift armor from car parts and metal signs stepped through.

"Everyone, get up move it!"

As he aimed his rifle at them. They all listen as they slowly walked out the doorway. He instructed them to enter a shipping container as guards waited for them to enter. Makya looked everywhere to find Roy but couldn't find him. The entered the box as the door closed with a loud metal bang and latch closing. It suddenly began to shake as a forklift was moving their container. The shaking and vibration of the container made them feel uneasy until finally a loud thud shook the whole container. The doors unlatched but were not swung open. Makya was the first to walk towards the door and push on the heavy metal steel. The others cautiously followed him as they took their first steps outside. Makya was in shock as well as the others as they stood inside a track filed surround by a wall made of junk. Cars, ruble, spikes and pikes. Razor wiring woven between the gaps of the piles. Behind the ruble wall was another more secure concrete wall with razor wiring on top as well.

People all stood on top of the wall filling all the spots as they yelled and cheered. Makya looked to his side to find three other containers as people slowly emerged from them confused on what is happening. Each container of twenty five people emerged from each of them. A total of one hundred prisoners on the field. Then a loud voice echoed the sky as it startled Makya.

"Hello my favorite psychopaths!!! Are you ready for the battle of the slaves!!!

The crowd cheered as it echoed into the sky. Their cries of war filling the sky.

"That's what I love to fucking hear!!! Today we got a special batch of slaves for you here tonight coming from the one and only Jackson of L.A."

The crowd bellows loudly even more.

"From the whole operation we picked up, we even managed to capture some of their soldiers, so you know they have experience!!! We picked the best of the best from their lot; the rest will go on to serve as slaves for us as needed."

He looked around to find Roy but was relieved that he wasn't in this giant makeshift arena.

"We have the largest collection of slaves ever collected. A total of ONE HUNDRED!!! This ultimate battle royal will show us who is the ultimate slave warrior of all time!!! As for you slaves, refusal of fighting in the arena is an automatic disqualification. YOU. WILL. BE. KILLED! The winner of this royal will be rewarded as the champion of slaves!!! What does that entail for you poor souls? Well, none other than having the royalty treatment as a champion!!! Three square meals a day with a perfect lodging for you instead of a prison cell!!! Those two rules should be enough incentive for you all to fight. Without further ado, LET THE BLOODBATH BEGIN!!!

A large, long air horn blared the sky signaling the battle royal to begin. All one hundred slaves looked around confused and in disbelief. The field was scattered with trash, debris, obstacles and spikes placed in some piles and in different spots. They notice many melee weapons scattered far from each other all over the arena. One man was panicking and tried to run and climb on top of the barrier wall. The spectators were all cheering for him to make it to the top, taunting him. He was close to making it but was short lived. As soon as he stepped on the last pile, the spectator aimed at his head with a five hundred smith and wesson. He pulled the trigger right between the eyebrows and blew the poor souls' brain out. The man tumbled down the pile like a ragdoll and tangled himself in the barbed wire. He laid their motionless as blood poured out like a faucet.

Everyone was frightened, some women even screamed at the sight. The man's face was unrecognizable. The only part of his face that even looked human was his lower jaw that was barely hanging on. All while the men on top of the barrier were laughing and cheering at the sight of his lifeless body. Makya slowly looked to the others as they did as well. A few seconds of silence among them as they stood still, frozen in fear on what must be done to survive. They all began to sprint in every direction like roaches trying to find the nearest weapon. Makya felt pain and regret, but in order to see Nakoma, in order to see Hakan, he must do what needed to be done. He prays to the gods for forgiveness as he rushes as well. The crowd cheers even louder as the battle commences.

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A man tries to reach for a tire iron welded with blades but was immediately tackled by another man. The tackler pushed him to the floor as the other tried to push him off. The tackler grabbed the bladed iron and swung deep into his head. He yelled as tears poured down his face as he kept repeatedly bashing his head crying. Two women were rolling around in the dirt as they kept pulling their hair until finally one was able to reach around and strangle the other. Makya broke a piece of pike from the ruble as it was a familiar weapon to him like his spear. After some time, the announcer filled the arena with heavy metal music. The audience loved it as they begged for more blood to be spilled. The field was in chaos as people were running around trying to chase others with no weapons as others were locked in battle with each other. And Makya was no exception.

He waited for others to charge at him as he dodged and weaved every slice, every blunt object thrown at him. His movements were flawless and was able to thrust the pike into the stomach whenever there was an opening for him. Being a warrior from his tribe is helping him stay alive as others are panicking and fighting sloppily.

"LOOK AT THAT FOLKS, HALF OF THE SLAVES HAVE ALREADY FALLEN!!! Get a load of this man!!! Look at him go with that metal pole!!! It's as if he was born to be a fighter!!! Keep an eye on this one and place your bets if you dare!!!"

Makya's heart was being torn as he killed every person that challenged him. He kept apologizing after every kill and asked for forgiveness. Nearly an hour has passed, and the numbers are dwindling fast. A man was seen choking a woman with a barb wire as his hands bleed from the spikes cutting into his hands. A woman stabbing a teenager with a bowie knife as she was sobbing profusely and drenched in blood. The music filled the arena with heavy fast rifts giving every one of the slaves pure raw adrenaline. It was now down to five people, and they were all exhausted. Bodies laid everywhere. Intestines spilled opened onto the dirt. Heads bashed open like watermelons. Torsos stabbed hundreds of times. The announcer spoke again loudly over the intercoms.

"Holy fucking shit!!! Only five left folks, and they seemed to be at their limit!!! How about we give them some more motivation!!! HERE HE COMES, THE ONE, THE ONLY, IROOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!! JUGGERNAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd all sang in unison yelling the name juggernaut over and over again. The crowd moved out of the way as a man walks down with a loud thud with each step. A welded face mask with a painted blood skull across it. The gears whirred and hissed as he walked with murderous intent. He wore a modified and armored version of a Raython exoskeleton suit. The crowd cheered as he strutted towards the arena. The marauders sprayed alcohol all over him cheering him on. The Iron Juggernaut ignored all the praised and continued toward the barbed wire fence. Without stopping, he immediately crouched and jumped high into the air landing on one of the vehicles. The suit crushed the car with its weight and momentum. The five of them all stared in horror seeing the metal monster. He slowly started walking towards the five of them, taking his sweet time. Two of them men charge at juggernaut with a spear and the other a machete. Before they even had a chance to swing or pierce him, they both were in his grasp.

They were choking and tried desperately to swing at him but couldn't even make a dent in his armor. The juggernaut stared at the two struggling as he finally had enough of their tantrum. He clashed the two heads he was holding together as if he was smashing two beer cans together. Their heads where nothing but mere mush. A woman rushed at him with an axe as he ran towards her as well. He raised his fist and punched a hole through her stomach. She fell to the floor as he pulled his metal fist out. Her intestine spilled out as she was still alive trying to put the slippery mess back in, but he wasn't finished yet. He grabbed her by her feet and chest crushing the bones with his hydraulic grip. She screamed in pain as he raised her above his head her blood and intestines spilled all over him. The hydraulics hissed loudly as he slowly began to separate her. She yelled in unimaginable pain until her face was frozen in shock and could only mouth her screaming as no more sound can be heard. The juggernaut yelled with an angry war cry as he quickly ripped her apart shooting blood everywhere.

He tossed her two halves in different directions as he continued to yell in the air, still covered in guts and blood. The crowd yelled for more. Now there were two, Makya and a worn male stranger. The man looked in pure horror and despair after witnessing the woman's death. He couldn't help but urinate himself and dropped his weapon. He quickly ran away from the opposite direction and tried to climb the barbed wire pile. He was quickly stopped as a rifle shot him in his lower back. He tumbled down to the floor still alive in agonizing pain. Makya stood his ground as the iron juggernaut walked towards him. Blood dripped all over his body as he walked and caught Makya off guard as he kicked a car that was in his way. The car skidded with immense speed as Makya quickly jumped out of the way. The wounded man saw the car hurdling towards him as he screamed. The car slammed into him squishing the man against the wall. The force was strong it shook the concrete wall, making the spectators stumble for a moment.

Makya quickly rolled back up only to be startled as the juggernaut was already standing over him. He grabbed him by the throat and slowly lifted him up. The crowd chanted loudly over and over again, KILL HIM, KILL HIM, KILL HIM. He can feel his metalic hand slowly squeeze tighter. The air was slowly escaping him feeling the life slowly leave him. The metal monster laughs slowly, it was rough and sinister. Makya, all he could think about was Nakoma and Hakan. For just a brief moment he loosens his grip on his pike weapon and opened his eye. He saw the hydraulic on the arm he was being choked with and gave one final resistance. He thrusted the pike weapon at the hydraulic and it hissed loudly. The juggernaut dropped him as his arm lost his control grip. Makya coughed as he quickly took his pike and thrusted into the side of the man.

He yelled in pain and quickly swatted him away. The force was powerful as he hit Makya in the head. Makya was sent soaring in the air and landed hard on one of the vehicles. He can feel glass and metal shards cut into his back. He slowly rolled off landing hard onto the floor. He can see the iron juggernaut kneel down trying to take the pike out of his side. It was difficult to see him, Makya's eye popped a blood vessel, and his head was bleeding into his eye as well. He looked around and saw a baseball bat with nails sticking out. He grabbed it and painfully tried to stand up. The man was still busy trying to take the pike out as the exosuit was making it difficult to reach. Makya quickly ran to him and jumped onto his back. The juggernaut quickly got up and tried to reach for him but couldn't.

He pushed himself against the bard wire. Slammed himself against an old, rusted bus but Makya refused to let go. After struggling so much he was able to remove the mask of the juggernaut. The crowd was absolutely going insane on the fight they were witnessing. The juggernaut's face was rough and bearded, he was missing an eye as a large gash was going across it. He still kept twirling to get him off. Makya managed to grab the barrel of the bat and smash his head with it. The Juggernaut was stunned and collapsed to his knees. Makya quickly got off and swung the bat up against his face. The Juggernaut fell onto his back coughing up blood. Makya stood over and began to smash his head repeatedly over and over again, until there was nothing left.

"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!!! SAY IT AIN'T SO!!! THE JUGGERNAUT WAS DEFEATED!!! THE WINNER OF THE BATTLE OF THE SLAVES!!! OUR NEEEEEEEEEW CHAMPIOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!"

The crowd went ballistic, some cheered and others were angry. There were even some disappointed faces as they lost a bet. Makya yelled into the air with anger against his captives with his fist held high. The crowd cheered and roared with their bloodlust quenched.