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Hushabye
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" You have no idea what fear is. Imagine being locked in a cage with someone stronger, faster, and much more skilled then you.. and the only thing on their mind is slowly beating you to a pulp and ripping you into pieces. No matter what you do, beg, scream, cry.. nobosy will help you. It's a moment like that when you really understand the type of person you are, I've seen people do a lot of things. Some bargain, others beg, occasionally though.. you get a fighter. "
The cage was locked and the ring surrounded by the spectators. Judging by the audience this evening it seemed they were rolling out some of the best, and most gruesome fights they could. The stands were filled of fat cats with more money then they knew what to do with, all eager to see some poor fucking bastard be beaten into oblivion. I'm one of those unlucky fucks.
I sat backstage as the matches progressed, I sat there.. a trainer gently massaging the knots in my shoulders and calmly telling me what I needed to do in the arena. The only thing I heard was the pounding of my own heart, like a thick heavy drum that continued to beat at that steady yet frantic pace. My chest felt like it may just explode, blood beginning to rush through my veins.. perhaps I was high off of something.
For a long while nothing registered. They taped up my hands and feet, put vasoline across my cheeks and shoulders, yet the only thing that even hit me was the calling of my name from the announcer. " And let's bring out the challenger.. Kira! " Hands helped push me upwards, and before I knew it I was making my way up the steps into the ring.
What happened next was a blurr, and a shock apparently. The bell rung and the match had started, my opponent came running forward only to be rewarded with a haymaker to the ribcage. A crack was felt, along with the woman bending over. A second mistake, was rewarded with my shin swinging upwards like a hammer, striking her across the jaw. The bitch went limp, and the room went silent once her bloodied face bounced off of the canvas. Looks like I was one of those.. 'fighters'.
Let's go forward six months.
The 'fight club' we have has only begun to increase in members and fighters it seemed. And as our little activity grew so did my notoriety, and reputation for that matter. I quickly grew from being the runt of the litter, to the biggest, and baddest bitch of them all..
So if I can do it, why not you?
( Adding information, rules and a character sheets below. )
The cage was locked and the ring surrounded by the spectators. Judging by the audience this evening it seemed they were rolling out some of the best, and most gruesome fights they could. The stands were filled of fat cats with more money then they knew what to do with, all eager to see some poor fucking bastard be beaten into oblivion. I'm one of those unlucky fucks.
I sat backstage as the matches progressed, I sat there.. a trainer gently massaging the knots in my shoulders and calmly telling me what I needed to do in the arena. The only thing I heard was the pounding of my own heart, like a thick heavy drum that continued to beat at that steady yet frantic pace. My chest felt like it may just explode, blood beginning to rush through my veins.. perhaps I was high off of something.
For a long while nothing registered. They taped up my hands and feet, put vasoline across my cheeks and shoulders, yet the only thing that even hit me was the calling of my name from the announcer. " And let's bring out the challenger.. Kira! " Hands helped push me upwards, and before I knew it I was making my way up the steps into the ring.
What happened next was a blurr, and a shock apparently. The bell rung and the match had started, my opponent came running forward only to be rewarded with a haymaker to the ribcage. A crack was felt, along with the woman bending over. A second mistake, was rewarded with my shin swinging upwards like a hammer, striking her across the jaw. The bitch went limp, and the room went silent once her bloodied face bounced off of the canvas. Looks like I was one of those.. 'fighters'.
Let's go forward six months.
The 'fight club' we have has only begun to increase in members and fighters it seemed. And as our little activity grew so did my notoriety, and reputation for that matter. I quickly grew from being the runt of the litter, to the biggest, and baddest bitch of them all..
So if I can do it, why not you?
( Adding information, rules and a character sheets below. )