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Unknown location, near the Canadian border in Buffalo, NY

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I woke in pain. The injuries from last night clawed their way back into my conscious mind. My back is hurting like hell, as does my jaw, my ribs, my abs. My eyes are cut and as soon as I start to move I can feel the bruises all over my shoulders and neck, I have to lay still for a moment. I groaned, closing my eyes and trying to ignore the indescribable pain I find myself in. Literally every inch of my body is hurting like hell.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: For a moment I start to wonder if I am dead. Everything is dark. Pitch black, and my bruised and aching body feels constricted, as if I am trapped in something. I would have been sure I’m dead and buried if it ain’t for the god awful foul smell all around me. It’s almost as unbearable as the pain I find myself, and I know I need to get out of wherever I am in before I would pass out again from the smell or the pain.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I managed to lift my arms in front of my chest. It’s obvious by now that I am trapped in some kind of plastic bag. A fucking body bag. I try to find a spot where I can get a good grip, and finally do when I feel a slight tear in the bag right in front of where my neck is. I dig my fingers deep and start prying on the tear. It’s not easy. My entire body racked with pain as I flex hard, summoning every ounce of strength I have in me, prying hard. Grunting, before I am finally able to rip this fucker apart. My pain filled body jolts up into a sitting position. I take a deep breath, look around to see that I am in some kind of back alley. Trash bags all around me. The smell of rotten food and decomposing flesh is making me sick. What the hell happened?

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I look down to look at my bruised and cut torso. My training shorts soaked with what I’d imagine to be sweat. Looking around, hearing the muffled noise from inside the abandoned brick warehouse next to me, everything is starting to come back to me.

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One day earlier

11:23 DerekDrake: Finally! I been bugging the Don to let me head to Buffalo and represent the Family in the underground tournament there. The bragging rights, the chance to fuck up some other tough dudes, the cash prize, the cred and rep for the Family, I been using everything I can to get him to let me go. Finally, he agreed. Shit yeah. Time to kick some fucking ass. The best thing about these fights is they are totally NHB. The winners get to do whatever the fucking hell they want to the loser, rape, mutilation, branding, torture, snuff. Skies the limit. Only men with real balls sign up. But the prize… Damn, 100K is gonna set me up good, even after I give my cut to the Don.

11:23 DerekDrake: I arrive in Buffalo, wearing my tight blue jeans, tight polo shirt, my fucking muscles bulging out the seams. I’m not a big dude, tipping the scales at around 175 lbs, but I’m the fucking meanest, toughest bastard out there. I’ve proven it time and time again.

11:23 DerekDrake: Not having had a normal childhood, I was on the streets from 14 years old, and learned how to take care of myself. I started finding ways to earn money, while managing to keep the law from tracking me down.

11:23 DerekDrake: Ending up on the wrong end of my first couple of streetfights, I didn't cry about it, but pushed myself to adapt and grow. Using my criminal earnings, I invested heavily in my body, getting a gym membership, eating right, building up my body till I looked like a greek god.

11:23 DerekDrake: To complete my investment, I joined an MMA gym, learned how to ground fight, streetfight, and fistfight, earning myself a black belt at the academy by the time I turned 20. I didn't lose many fights anymore, and my skills with my feet and fists were gaining such reputation in shady circles that even though I wasn't a big bruiser looking man, bars wanted to hire me as a bouncer.

11:23 DerekDrake: Building my body, learning to fight, earning my way, built me into a utterly self-confident male specimen, with an attitude of taking what I wanted. I could smooth talk people when I needed to, or trash talk them, or ignore them. But I am in reality, a ruthless self-centered bastard with a streak of sadism a mile wide, and a horny fucker to boot. I never really developed a taste for chicks, I'd tried 'em once or twice, but I prefered to take my fuck holes hard and brutally, and nothing made my nuts churn like the prospect of a hard, hot fight followed by raping my defeated man six ways to sunday. Finally, the Don and his men made me an offer, and I took to the life of a hitman like I was fukkin born to it.

11:23 DerekDrake: I made my way to the edge of Buffalo, right near the Canadian border. The neighboorhood I passed through on foot was mean and dangerous, but no one bothered me. I carried myself like a man you don’t want to fuck with. And everyone knew it. I showed my pass to the huge bruiser guarding the warehouse literally right up against the Canadian border. No cops anywhere in sight. They all knew better than to patrol here. I had arrive just in time for the pre-qualifying fights. The real tournament would be attended by some of the biggest fucking names in the underworld, but the pre-qualifying fights were just to weed out the loser trash. None of the big shots wanted to waste their time on those.

11:23 DerekDrake: The rep for the underground fighting circuit looked at me sideways, muttering, “Cutting it close, aren’t ya pal.” I look back at him, pinning him with a stare as sharp as a knife, “What’s your problem? I’m on time.” He looked away. Clearly intimidated. Fuck yeah. He led me right to the centre of the warehouse, where a clear, dirty patch of cracked concrete was where I was gonna fight. There were some old dirty crates and boxes scattered around it with a few spectators starting to gather. I stripped my shirt and trousers off, deciding to fight in my underwear, dropped my duffle bag, and began to warm up, flexing my muscles.

11:23 DerekDrake: I looked over, and finally caught sight of my opponent. He was older than me, fucking ancient he looked, but my eyes narrowed, he looked like he had some muscle on him, and he was handsome as fuck. I began to debate if I was gonna wanna rape him after I beat his ass or kill him. Or rape him then kill him. Totally confident he weren’t shit compared to me.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: When your former employer called on you to help them out, you go and help them out. One can say I am in my prime. Approaching 40, but have spent years with the Canadian military, their armed force and Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP). I don’t like to brag, but I’ve been told that I’ve excelled in my ERT role with the RCMP, and that’s what got me into the famed Joint Task Force 2 (JTF2). I am loyal to my country, and I am loyal to my agencies. So when RCMP called upon me to infiltrate an underground fight ring in this “no man’s land” right across the border, I agreed to the mission without a hint of hesitation.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I have received much of my training with the Canadian Armed Forces, but even more from my time with the RCMP. I can more than hold my own in a hand to hand combat situation, and I have proven just that during my last few years with the JTF2 where they’ve sent me out to some very dangerous convert missions. I have more than held my own when I came face to face with trained assassins and deadly soldiers from all over the world. So I did get it when I heard that my name was the first to pop up when they were looking for someone from outside of the region to infiltrate this top secret fight ring.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: While I may not have the hulking presence of some of these roided up meatheads in this “locker room,” I am confident that I can kick their ass. What I got is speed, skills, stamina, and frankly a good sense of fighting intelligence that many of these so called “fighters” would lack. It’s something that one acquires with years of on field experience. These guys wouldn’t even begin to understand when you try to explain it to them.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: So my goal is clear for the night. Sign up as a fighter, kick some ass, and sneak off to the main boss’ office between fights, while the guy is being distracted by the fights so I can gather as much information as I can on this guy. He’s been on both the RCMP and the FBI’s black list for years, yet they’ve failed to gather enough incriminating information on this guy to make it stick. This is our best shot, and I am just the guy to do it. They don’t recognize my face as I haven’t been around these parts for a long time, and I am good enough to win the fight if I choose to. But we’ll see about that.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: One downside of being a new face around these parts though, is that I have to go through the preliminary rounds before getting into the main tournament. There weren’t many of us who’re going to fight, but still they wanted to have a few warm up matches before the “event” starts. I just have to get through a couple of these fights before I can sneak out and do my work. To find the evidence I need and call for the team. I am 100% confident that we’re gonna get this guy tonight.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I look like a natural athlete in my gear. Kickboxing shorts, wrapped hands and ankles. It’s not my first time stepping into the “ring” and being in the spotlight, and I do look the part. Unlike these juiced up bastards, my hard, lean muscles make me look like a professional athlete and fighter more than anything. I am someone who look like I can more than handle myself in a fight club like this. I look over and see a “kid” making his way into the arena. I was expecting something more but then remembered that this is only the preliminary round. I remain calm and collected. No dancing on my feet, no shadowboxing like these clowns would have done. I’ve got a job to do. I stay focused, concentrated, like I always do. Checking out my opponent, thinking of his weaknesses. Looking for any weak points he may have in his muscle armour, trying to spot any bruises or injuries that have yet to be fully healed.

11:23 DerekDrake: The fight organizer called us both out to the centre, explained the rules with a smirk saying, “No rules.” Then laughing his ass off as if he’d just made the funniest wisecrack in the world. Yeah, whatever. I’m ready to fight. He starts to back off, but before he even manages to take a step, while this old dude’s still got his eyes on the fight organizer, I flow into violence. Flexing my 100% Grade A fight beef, and drive my fist up like a spear, looking to catch this old man napping, and rip into his core with a right uppercut deep into his abs.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: As expected, there are no rules in this underground fight club, which explains the heaps of bodies that have been discovered in this “no man’s land” area in Buffalo throughout the years. Bodies which had suffered traumatic shocks and broken bones, as I read in the intel briefing. I keep my eye on the organizer, making sure I have his face burned in my brain so I can identify him after the mission, when all of a sudden, I see you taking a stride over, I lift my hands up at the last second to parry your uppercut. I may have underestimated you a bit, my palms are feeling it as my feet left the dirty floor for a brief second. I look up to see this cheating bastard looking to jump me, but I’m not your average fighter here. I quickly regroup, lift my head and smash it into yours.

11:23 DerekDrake: You manage to move your arm into position and block my uppercut at the last second. My eyes narrow. Well.. The old man can fight. My dick twitches a bit. My left hand is up and in position as you drive your head forward, trying to catch me off guard with a headbutt. I lean back, bending smoothly at the waist, flowing like water, my hands shooting up wards locking on the back of your neck. I let myself drop down to the floor of the dirty old warehouse, looking to pull you down with me, tucking in my legs so they can explode up into your abs, and throw you over my head halfway across the warehouse. “Fuck you old man!” I snarl.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: My own momentum nearly bringing me forward and down onto you without you having to grab me by the back of my head. You’re smooth, and you’re fast, disappearing right in front of my eyes as I was about to catch you by a headbutt, the next thing I know, I am dragged down onto you, before your legs explode up into my abs. My flexed up abs as I tighten them just in time, but that move had me flying halfway across the warehouse, crashing into some old wooden crates, breaking them open. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I take a quick look, and there’s nothing inside but some old plastic wraps which they may have used to pad something. I shake off the pain, feeling it on my back and abs, but I don’t show it, I get up, roll my neck and put my fist up in a stance. “Not bad kid,” I say, realizing that getting through to the main tournament may not be the cakewalk I was expecting. Now, my attention returning to the fight, I need to focus, starting to think of ways to take this clearly skilled young fighter now. So young he couldn’t have been 20 years old.

11:23 DerekDrake: I watch the old dude struggle up outta the broken crate I threw him into, eyes narrowing as I gauge his toughness and recovery. Yeah, he’s not too bad. But he ain’t shit compared to me. I slice forward, leading with my left, my left fist darting out in front of me, turning side on, moving, flowing across the floor. My tight, sculpted muscle covered with a slight sheen of sweat, the overhead lights reflecting off my perfect body. I grin, an evil, cocky look on my face as I push forward right into you with a sudden surge of speed, throwing a rapid fire combination with my fists, two left jabs, each one driving like a spike towards your face, then a heavy, sneaky right cross catapulting like a cannon shot towards your scruffy jaw, followed up by a brutal left uppercut. I’m not holding back on my speed, wanting to see how you weather my offense.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: You move fast for someone your size. As soon as I get back to the centre of this warehouse arena, you’re ready to strike. There’s something eerily creepy about your grin, which sent chills down my spine, but I remain focused. Having just picked myself up I know I have to be on the defensive. My arms in front of me, I bat off your left fists as you try to go for my face. Spotting that right fist through the corner of my eyes, I lift my left arm to block it, but by doing so, I wasn’t able to move away quick enough, taking a hit on my jaw as your left fist smashes against my jaw, knocking one of my teeth loose as I stagger. But I remain on my feet, shaking my head to regain my vision. To fight back the pain of that heavy uppercut which missed its spot by a little. My guard still up, seeing you approaching again I go for a right hook towards your face. Two can play this game.

11:23 DerekDrake: You weather my flurry pretty decently, but my final uppercut sneaks in and fuck does it feel great when my fist smashes up under your jaw. I get cocky then, and drop my fists moving forward to mock you, then I eat a right hook straight to the side of my jaw, blasts my head to the left, ejecting a gob of spit from my mouth, causing me to taste blood. My vision flares with a white light as the pain spreads out from my face. Damn. This old dude does know how to throw a fucking punch. Pisses me off, and I ride right over the pain, guard snapping up, getting more serious now.

11:23 DerekDrake: Tensing my core, my abs popping into full definition, power rippling up the length of my steel-taut muscle, throwing in a double set of straight rights to keep you focused on protecting your head, then driving my right knee up, looking to bury it deep in the pit of your gut.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: Throwing everything I got behind that punch and it landed squarely on the side of your jaw. I have you tasting blood. That felt good! I look to press on, when I see you shaking my punch off right away. Your muscles tensing, shit, this kid is a muscle beast. Probably juiced up so that you can perform better in these fights. I have to be careful not to be hit, I don’t wanna feel what strength you have behind those punches of yours.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: Your sudden flex had me taking a step back instead of charging forward. I should have known better to fall into this trap of your intimidation. Truth be told I ain’t worry about those muscles of yours, however impressive you are making them out to be. I lift my arms up in front of my face when you go for my face again, blocking your shots but I am caught off guard by your knee, when I feel a sudden pain in my gut. I stagger back more than a few steps, a loud audible gasp heard through the entire place as I feel air rushing out from my lungs. I hold onto my gut, moaning with my face grimacing from the pain. My body glistening in sweat now, my body heaving as I try to catch my breath. Coughing. This is gonna be a tough fight.

11:23 DerekDrake: My eyes narrow with an evil glint as I see the effect my knee has on your core. Zeroing in on that weak spot, beginning to strategize how to really tear into you. The crowd stirring slightly, whispering as the intensity of the preliminary match heats up. Some money changes hands as a few of the more interested spectators begin to place bets. I surge forward as your hands drop to hold your gut, it’s an opening I can’t resist. I go for a savage flurry of blows to your head, a straight right, driving from the shoulder, my hard body flexing with power as I seek to drive it home, then a double blast of left jabs, twisting from the hips for each shot, finishing up with brutal right hook, and a sneaky, sudden roundhouse kick, my left foot suddenly blasting up off the ground, swinging, looking to smash right into your right side, seeing if I can fucking cut you in half with my educated feet.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I am forced to take a step back and be on guard as you approach. The sweat from my feet staining the floor. I need more time to regroup but you’re not giving me any. Doesn’t matter, I have found myself in more fierce battles before and I just gotta adapt, and that I do as I keep my eyes trained on your fist. Leaning my head back at the last second I manage to avoid a blow that would have knocked my head clean off. I am forced to take another step back when your left swiftly follows your right. I bat your left arm away, and lean back again to avoid that right hook. I try to telegraph your move, getting my right arm ready to parry more of your left, but you go off script, and I feel a crushing pain on my right ribcage, the kick knocking me on my side as my body slides back towards the crowd, until one of the other fighter who’s watching manage to stop my skid by placing his foot on my shoulder. I moan in pain, clutching my right side, in a fetal position. Coughing, I swear I could hear those fracturing cracks on my ribs when that kick connected. I feel a light shove on my back as that other fighter try to get me back to the fight, and I push up with one hand, staying at some distance now. Fuck, this is not going as planned…

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: As we circle each other, I have decided to go for it. The longer I strategize the more I am going to wear myself out for the next fights, and this is only the first of the preliminary fights I have to go through. Instead of this fancy dance we’re doing, I am going to knock the wind out of you. Fighting back the pain I am still feeling on my side, I dig my toes on the floor and dash towards you, my reach behind your knees and quickly take you down to the hard floor. One way to neutralize your size is to take you to the ground.

11:23 DerekDrake: The old man is decent, but decent don’t cut it when you square off with DD. Fuck no. My roundhouse smashes deep into his ribs, fucking him up good, sending him skittering off to the side of the loose circle. I’ll give him credit though, he’s back on his feet and coming back at me. But my eyes lock onto his right side. I can tell by the way he’s favouring it that I’ve struck pay dirt. MMmmm… Gonna fuck him up good. Then, you suddenly fucking rush my like a bull. Bold! Fine by me though. You want to fight on the ground, we’ll go to the ground. You reach around my legs and drive me hard to the floor, then the second you let go of my legs to scramble on top of me, my legs snap open and shut over your abs and ribs, and with a grunt of power, I start to compress my legs around your waist, trapping you in my guard, and at the same time, looking to fuck up that hurt right side.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: “Fuck!” I grunt out in pain. As soon as I land on top of you, your legs spring up and have me wrapped around the waist. I was expecting to move into position before you’re able to recover, but once again I am being caught off guard by your speed. My entire body flexed up in reflex when I felt the crushing force against my waist, especially when it started to cave into my hurting right side. I roar, in pain, but also in determination. Digging deep to ignore the pain. Doing the best I can anyway. I make a fist and start to pummel down towards your face. A right hook, followed by a left. I put even more behind my right fist looking to knock you silly with another right, before I lift both my arms, double fisted as I go for a hammer down your face.

11:23 DerekDrake: Shit, the look of pain on this handsome old dude’s face is sweet as. I crush a bit with my legs just to watch him spasm. The bastard must be desperate, because then he tries to batter me while I’ve got him trapped. What an idiot, everyone knows what a waste of time it is to try and ground and pound a dude when you are in his guard. I block the right hook easily, as you roar in pain, squeezing a bit just to be sadistic. The second right is just as easily blocked. Expecting another, I move my hands out, ready to grab your wrist and show you why it’s a bad idea to throw down from the guard, when… WTF!!!

11:23 DerekDrake: Suddenly I’m seeing stars and tasting blood running down my face. My legs limply fall to the side, dropping my hold on your waist. I’m trying to figure out what happened… can’t think straight. My nose is a supernova of agony and pain.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I have to dig deep to fight those pain on my ribs. I am incredibly focused, and you can see it from my eyes. Determined to pummel you even as I am in this position. Right, left, right. My fists all got blocked, but that is until I throw my arms up. Sweat rolling down my flexed up body, glistening in these flickering lights, and I smash both my fist square in your face. Blood running down your nose and lips as I feel your legs relaxed. Finally, I got this under control. I shove your legs off as they fall limply to the side. I take a couple of seconds just to catch my breath, but I know I don’t have much time. I roll off you and quickly, wrap my left arm across your neck. Locking it with my right, I then wrap my legs around your core, giving you a taste of your own medicine as I start to crush you with my legs. Not only that, I am trying to knock you out with a chokehold. I know I need to finish this quickly. You’re too dangerous of a fighter for me to risk keeping this fight any longer.

11:23 DerekDrake: The bastard must have hit me, and hard. My brain is in a fog, then suddenly, I’m all wrapped up. His legs are snaking around my chiseled core, and his tight, strong biceps are wrapped powerfully around my neck. I can feel his tight muscle digging into my back, damn. Suddenly, the choke hold is locked on tight. His bicep is perfectly positioned against my carotid artery, and already I can see spots in front of my face. Fuck me. How the hell did a goddamn old dude get me locked up? No. FUCKING. WAY!! Digging down deep, into my reserves, having to act now or get knocked out, I suddenly drive my right elbow down and in, throwing everything I have left into my desperate attempt to escape, looking to fucking spear you in your injured right side with my elbow to get free.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I have you now. You can feel the heat from my body. The sweat sticking onto your back. I have you all wrapped up and there is no way I am gonna let you go before I knock you the fuck out. I flex and start to put more pressure against your neck, cutting your air supply. “That’s it….” You can feel my spits landing on your ear as I whisper into your ear. I start feeling you starting to weaken right on top of me. I tighten my grip, flex even more, “you’re going out big…” before I can finish my sentence, I feel a sharp pain on my injured right side. I scream in pain, my spits and sweat onto your ear and face. My arms loosen almost in an instant, as I gasp and try to fight the fresh pain from that wound.

11:23 DerekDrake: I grunt and gasp as I feel your spit and sweat dribbling down onto my face as you whisper shit talk in my ear, then as my elbow drives deep into your ribs, I feel everything change. Your hard muscled arms loosen around my neck, and suddenly, like a viper, I twist in position until we are face to face. I’m acting on pure instinct, my reflexes and training taking over, forcing me into survival mode, switching into high gear. My left forearm sinks underneath your chin, driving tight into your adam’s apple, starting to crush it. My right fist cocks back, the muscles load up with power, then I unload it in a sharp savage blast to your jaw. Then, to finish off my flurry of attacks, I drive my left knee in a short, brutal thrust, looking to mess up those ribs even more.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I know it’s bad news as soon as your elbow hit my ribs. I should have known better than to have it exposed, but it’s too late. My arms let up and as soon as I let up for a mere second, our positions are reversed, I find myself laying on my back, with you on top, your forearm sinking underneath my chin, throat crushed as I immediately have a hard time breathing. My eyes widening. The veins on my forehead popping out and my face gets red. My legs slide desperately on the dirty warehouse floor. My hands grab and tap onto your knees. You’re heavier, bulkier and it won’t be easy to topple you but I try anyway. Flexing and bridging up, but I am trapped, helpless when your right fist smashes into my jaw. I scream, my jaw gets dislocated upon impact. I scream yet again, and my jaw hurts like hell as I do, when your knee nearly caved my side in. My struggles stopped for a second. My arms dropping limply to the side. My face grimacing in pain, gasping underneath as your weight bears down onto my weakened body.

11:23 DerekDrake: There is a sudden whisper going through the crowd, and the exchange of money increases in intensity as a current of excitement electrifies the spectators. They like the sudden change in the flow of the fight. As my body fights off the lingering effects of the sleeper, my rage starts to build, like a fire burning out of control. This fucking old dude nearly knocked me out. Nearly humiliated me. Nearly fucking beat me. That shit DON’T HAPPEN. I was lazy, toying with the bastard when I should have just fucking killed him. Not gonna happen again. I stand up over you as you scream from my flurry of blows, momentarily stunned. I roar suddenly, spreading my arms wide, my sculpted muscles bursting with power, flooded with rage as I let out a primal battle cry. Then I reach down and grab your right wrist, my legs exploding up as I heave you to your feet along with me, twisting into you, slamming my butt into your abs, and throwing you over my shoulder in a savage, brutal judo toss, sending you hefty muscle flying head over heels to smash like a crash test dummy into one of the tall steel I-beams holding up the ceiling. You crumple off the I-beam, starting to fall towards the floor, but I’ve rushed after you, following up on my throw, planting myself and pivoting on my front foot, rotating with savage speed, and brutally spearing you directly in the pit of your gut as you start to collapse to the floor with a full-on, full power spinning back kick, savagely smashing your muscled core back into the steel support beam.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I lay there dazed from that blow to my head. I need to dig deep in order to get back to this. I need to dig deep in order to keep the mission going. I can’t let you defeat me. I can’t fail this mission. I tried to move, but stopped suddenly when I was startled by your primal roar. My muscles tense up knowing things are going to go to shit if I don’t act faster. I try to, but you’re even faster, reaching down to grab my wrist, pulling me up. As soon as I was on my feet, I was sent flying as I got tossed right into the steel post. Pain exploding on my back as I scream. I feel like I am no longer in control of my body, as I find it more and more difficult to master the pain. I find myself falling forward, collapsing towards the floor, but before I land on the floor, your foot smashes up into my core, sending me crashing against the steel support again. A sickening crack echoing through the warehouse, as my body begins to collapse again. Time seems to slow down for a moment. I feel like my body is starting to fade. Just as I begin to fall your foot keeps my body against the post. The intense pressure against my guts and pain associated with it jolts my body, making it twitch uncontrollably between you and the steel post. The crowd had rarely seen such a wild display for a preliminary fight. Cheering, yelling, shouting. I can hear them all, yet I can only lay on my stomach, moaning as I try to fend off the indescribable pain I am feeling in every inch of my body.

11:23 DerekDrake: My foot was buried in your guts, the only thing keeping you up right. My eyes were flashing fire and I’d decided right then and there that I was gonna fucking kill your ass, but first I’d break you like a bitch. No one shows up Derek Drake! I re-chamber my foot, withdrawing from deep inside your ravaged guts, then leaning back a bit more, I re-extend my bare foot, just as your body starts to slump down, folding up, my foot meets your chin on the way down, and with a sickening CRACKKKKKKkkkkk my bare foot smashes into your chin, slamming your head back against the steel support beam. I draw my foot back, pivoting once again, this time into a full power, utterly savage roundhouse kick, my foot rotating 360 degrees to bash into the side of your scruffy, handsome face like a fucking sledgehammer, sending your muscled body flying like a rag doll. Hoping I fucking shattered your goddamn jaw.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I can taste blood. I know that I am bleeding internally and if I wanna get out of this alive I will need medical attention soon. For all intent and purposes the mission is more than likely a failure. This is no longer about stealing the dossier, but about staying alive against this beast of a man. I slowly lift my head, an empty look in my eyes as our eyes meet. Your eyes are beginning to scare me. Sending shivers up my spine, even as you withdraw your foot from my gut. I can’t quite summon enough strength to keep myself upright as I start to collapse. I am trying to fight it, but my body just isn’t listening, and your foot kicks up hard into my chin. I scream as my head snaps back. A loud THUD echoing as the back of my head hits the post, straightening my body up just in time for an absolutely brutal roundhouse kick. My jaw gets crushed. If I have a weaker jaw you would have knocked my head clean off. My body twisting midair before I land on my back. Stunned, my glassy eye staring up at the ceiling, my mouth wide open as it won’t shut. My chest heaving up and down as my body convulses on the floor. You could have killed me with that kick. Your legs are so powerful that you could have knocked my head clean off. But for some reason, you didn’t.

11:23 DerekDrake: I stride over, my chest heaving, face twisted into a sadistic smirk as I look down at your body crumpled on the floor. The crowd is animated now, completely focused on the show unfolding in front of them. I turn around for the crowd, acknowledging their sudden burst of cheers, flexing my perfect muscle in a most muscular for them to admire. I look down at your face as it’s twisted in agony. I spit down contemptously into your eyes, “What a fucking pathetic waste of space. Should have stayed in your care home, old man.” I sneer down at you. Then I leap up into the air over you, showing off my athleticism, flipping midair like the perfect athlete I am, landing on one knee, arms raised over my head as the crowd explodes, a fountain of bloody vomit suddenly erupting from your mouth. I glance down at you, what a dirty fucking old man. Weak ass bastard. Of course, when I landed on one knee after my mid-air flip, all my weight, all my speed and momentum, drove my knee like an armour piercing missile into the middle of your tortured, well-muscled abs. I felt my knee driving through the layers of muscle, brutalizing your internal organs, resting against your spine.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: My body twitching from the pain I am feeling out of every inch of my muscles. I am wrecked, flashbacks of old missions in my mind, thinking about if I can still save this. I can. And I always do. I have found myself in much worse sit… My thoughts were violently interrupted when I felt my abs suddenly caving in painfully, your knee landing hard into my core, my entire body jackknifing up, our eyes met for a brief moment, before my head and limbs flop back onto the floor. Blood and vomit erupting from my mouth. My body jerking violently underneath your knee. The incredible pressure makes it feel like it’s rearranging my internal organs while pinning me down. You look into my eyes, and there is little left there. But somehow, I am still conscious. My head would jerk violently, spewing more blood from my lips as my entire body twitches under your knee. You can hear my moans of agony.

11:23 DerekDrake: I stood up after accepting the cheers of the crowd. Looking down at you. You were a fucking wreck. Bloody vomit coating your chest and face, the floor next to you. Dirty fucker. Your abs were turning all kinds of purple and black, all fucked up from my assault. My dick was rock hard looking down at all the destruction I’d unleashed. You were done. I was feeling horny. I decided it was time to rape your fucking ass then kill you. But not while you were all covered in blood, vomit and sweat. Your sweat stank, it was goddamn rank. I wrinkled my nose as sniffed, looking down at you, trembling and convulsing under the hot lights. I stood up and walked over to the sidelines, and grabbed some poor bastards pint of beer. I threw the beer in your face and chest, washing off the worst of the ick.

11:23 DerekDrake: I hauled you away to a clean spot on the floor, then casually dropped my underpants, revealing my raging, thick manmeat hungry to claim my prize. You were actually pretty handsome, not bad muscle tone for an old man. I rolled you up, throwing your legs over my shoulders. Sneering as the movement sent shockwaves of pain through your broken core and ribs. Casually, not even bothering to remove your fighting trunks, I poked a finger into your ass, ripping a hole through your trunks, and spearing it deep into your asshole. I pulled the finger out, and wiped it on your face. Then with a sneer, I shove my cock forward, spearing your ass in one thrust, ripping deep into you, staring down into your eyes. I snarl, “Fuck you. Gonna fucking rip your ass up, then I’m gonna kill you, and we’ll throw your body into the dump. Should have stayed home, old man.” I lift my right fist as I roll you up, my dick delving deep into you, and smash it down hard into your scruffy, handsome jaw as I start to rape you brutally.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I can’t help but to yelp out from the pain when you start pouring beer down my wounds. My body jerking in reaction of the beer hitting my skin, hitting those bruises, hitting those wounds. I scream out as it hits my shattered jaw, and the simple act of screaming is hurting like hell. After flopping like a fucking gutted fish on the floor, you haul me to one of the cleaner spots of the floor. Am I going to get raped by this kid? And is he really following through with his promise to kill me after raping me? My mind racing. It’s all over the place right now. The first time I have felt such panic and fear in my life, thinking that this could be it. No I am not dying a heroic death but at the hand of some cocky punk, just like those corpses they found in “No Man’s Land” through the years. You see my eyes pleading. I can hardly speak but you can tell I am trying to say something. Perhaps from the look for fear in my eyes you can tell that I am begging for mercy. As dishonorable as it is, I need to live. I need to stay alive so that I can continue doing what I do. I can’t die because of a failed mission.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: I was able to keep myself distracted from the pain as it’s just too damn much. Every moment is enticing an uncontrollably scream from me. Some were able to get out, some weren’t. Now I am literally fucked, my legs up against your shoulders. Your finger goes in first, then your cock. You make sure that I am conscious for each and every word you’re saying, before nearly knocking me out with a brutal right to my jaw. A look of horror on my face as my body twitches again… and again… as you start pounding my ass.

11:23 DerekDrake: I can see the pleading, begging look in your eyes as I rape you. What a fucking wimp. Can’t even handle his defeat like a man. It infuriates me. I rape you harder, brutally ripping my dick into your ass as my fist raises, and smashes down into your face, over and over, explosions of blood erupting from each impact on your once handsome, scruffy features, turning your face into dogmeat. Finally, my balls tighten, and with a roar of victory, I unload my cum deep into your conquered ass, shuddering and twitching. I rip my dick out of you violently, then straddle your smashed up abs. I look down into your face. “Time to die you fucking loser.” I lift my right fist, close my eyes, concentrate, and drive it down like a spear, my abs, my shoulders, my arms rippling with power as I let out a roar. My fist smashes down right over your left pec, right over your heart. The impact is savage, nearly breaking your breast bone. The shockwave rips through your heart, and it stops. I stand over you, put my hand to your pulse. No pulse. You are fucking dead. I stand up, and kick you savagely in your broken ribs. I call out, “Take this garbage to the dump.” I never knew, or cared really, that my final kick to your body jolted your heart back into action.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: My ass is on fire, getting raped by this kid. To make things worse, you keep pounding my face, over and over. I am beyond recognizable by the time you finally stop, roaring and filling my ass with your load. Filling my ass up claiming me as your prize. My body continues to twitch and spasm as you straddle me. This is happening. I am gonna get fucking killed. I watch as you raise your balled fist. You stare down into my eyes, fluttering helplessly. I think of everything that I’ve done with the military. With the RCMP. And recently with JTF-2. To die for my country. I know they’re gonna get you guys. I fucking know it. I try to let go of everything. Try to prepare myself for it, and there it comes, a blast to my heart. I have never felt anything like this before in my life. It’s hit something. Everything goes black. And for a brief moment, I’m dead. Nothing more than a bloody mess on the warehouse floor.

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Hours later...

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: My eyes start to flutter, a soft groan escaping from my lips. The smell of burning flesh was overwhelming, then I feel the burning sensation on my naked butt cheeks. I wanted to lift my head but I can’t. Bones on my body were shattered during the fight, and I can hardly move my pinky let alone my head. Miraculously I am still alive, even though just barely. I try to look back when I see a pair of dress shoes on the floor. A voice begins to speak.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: “I know you can hear me.” he said. I realize that I am in a heap of bodies. Must have been 4-5 of us here. The others are… dead? Is he talking to me?

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: “Yes, I am talking to you Seb. You have the balls to pretend to be an fighter. Joining this ring thinking you can steal something from me. You fucking idiot. Who do you think you are? You’re just some lowly agent. Bottom of the food chain. I could have had the kid kill you back there, but then, I will be missing all the fun knowing that dying is an easy way out.” He continued. I can’t move. I can’t even speak given my shattered jaw. I am this guy’s captive audience as he puts out his cigarette butt on my naked butt cheek using it as some kind of ash tray.

11:23 Operative_Sébastien_Côté: “Anyway, I will let you off the hook. If I ever see you around these parts again, I am gonna to have your head on a platter and on display in my cottage upstate. You understand?” That’s the last thing I could hear before I start to fade again, drifting into unconsciousness.

Published: 2020-08-01, viewed 174 times.