Zharkov climbed out of the beast, kicking the dead body. He reached into the mouth of the beast, grabbing onto one of its lower fangs. Shaking it about, he yanked out the tooth. Zharkov stepped out to the center of the ring, raising the tooth to the crowd as they cheered for him. "URAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" he roared, shaking the tooth.

The gladiator sighed as he watched the announcer. A new, possibly more worthy challenger was appraoching- this excited Zharkov. He swaggered to the side of the ring he entered from, turning to the opposite end of the ring and watching in anticipation for another man to come out. He smiled big for his audience and gripped the narrow end of the tooth tightly in his left arm.