((I've got an idea))
Creon glared at the fae as she spoke, standing motionless in front of her. "Pleaaase. Like you could kill me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, female." He snapped with a cocky smirk, raising his head a bit. "Isn't the whole point of this bloody fightin' fing to kill the other wolf? I don't get why you're showin' mercy. I don't need your pity." He added, raising his eyebrows. The humans, meanwhile, were quickly growing impatient with the two conversing wolves who had put things to a stand still. The crowd of humans becoming restless and bored with the lack of action that suddenly occurred, the two men in the ring exchanged glances and nods, knowing what to do before the crowd got unruly.
"So enough games." Creon snarled. As he was about to lunge, a rope suddenly tightened around his neck and pulled him backwards, flipping him off his feet and onto his back. The humans roped the other wolf as well and began to drag them back into the back room stuffed with cages. "You damn mutt! You're costing us money with your lack of fighting!" The man holding Creon's rope shouted at him once he had dragged him back into the kennel room. Creon bared his fangs in a snarl, only to have the iron muzzle slipped on before he could defend himself. The man gave the dire's side a sudden kick, forcing him off his feet. "I'll teach you, you waste." Clinging to the concept of 'bitterness equals aggression,' the man continued to mercilessly kick the defenseless wolf, knowing his harsh treatment would turn the creature into a bitter killer, which would result in better fights in the future. Creon let out a few loud yelps of pain as the man's shoe repeatedly made contact with his body and head. Beaten until he couldn't squirm anymore, the man dragged the badly limping wolf back to his cage and stuffed him inside.
