Stories tagged “pitfight”
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Fuck
Fuck. It was the only word to come to mind staring at the myriad weapons laid out on the dirty, pitted wooden table before me. -a hook, still glistening with the fresh blood of the last fight. -a pair of gloves with razor blades fastened to each finge...
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Shit
Shit. When I entered the pit the only smell that could reach my brain was of shit. The ground was wet with it. Great pools of runny brown regret. Above me was bright light and men braying for my death. The sound descended upon me like a great wall of ...
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Bob
Bob. Bob lifted his glass encrusted wooden bats above his head and shouted a mindless guttural call for my blood up to the braying crowd above. I raised the cut down sickle named “Toothpick” above my head and gave a half hearted stuttering bark. Th...