Brutal Brawls

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10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: The night is quiet, and dark, as I stand on guard just outside the small side entrance leading into the American embassy. I stood at attention, carefully watching the street, not relaxing my vigilance for even a second. This was not friendly territory, and there had been incidents before.

I was wearing my combat boots, my camouflage patterned trousers secured with a tactical belt, loaded out with my sidearm and combat knife. My torso was covered by a tight camouflage heavy duty battle top, with my name , "Sgt. Steven Majors, USMC", on my left pec. My M27 Assault Rifle was slung over my shoulder.

My uniform did little to hide my 250 pounds of thick, hard, combat-trained All-American Marine muscle. I had been chosen for this high-risk posting because I was extremely well-trained with years of combat experience, having served in Afghanistan, as well as my extensive training in hand to hand combat. Besides my fighting skills, my heavy hard-muscled build and size was intimidating. I made any potential troublemakers think twice before they approached me.

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10:23 Spy_Alex: Spain is constantly in a disruptive state, with the incoming of the delegates from the US the situation is tense, there are talks about some nuclear deal that might sign off between US and the enemies of Spain.

Served in the special forces for around 5 years, I was recruited for a secret agency of Spain as part of a special task force to do missions which are off the grid. Being one of the elite members of the secret agency dealing with international missions I was assigned the task to break into the US embassy and collect the documents to prove the involvement of the US with the enemy and publicize the documents to expose the nuclear deal.

I got prepared, in my bag I put a rope to climb up the walls, my utility belt had my handgun, a Swiss knife and another knife attached to my right ankle hidden. I also had some chloroform and a handkerchief to apply it for any guard. My mission needed to be completed silently on the eclipse when the nights are darker. Wearing a black t-shirt and black trousers with black combat boots. I stood tall at 6ft 2 with a build as strong as an mma fighter weighing around 250 pounds. I was all muscle.

My first task was to get the back door open for the hacker to get it with me, I was careful the whole time using the shadows to move forward with the handkerchief in my hand with the chloroform poured on it. I wait for him to turn around to move forward and sneak behind him dozing him and clearing the way.

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10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: I didn't get paid enough to be told why shit was so tense right now between Spain and the US. Just that they were, and I needed to be extra alert. I didn't really care, politics wasn't my thing. My thing was doing my duty. Which I was damn good at. There was a small patio area in front of the side entrance, almost surrounded by tall decorative shrubs and hedges, which more thick hedges lining the path from the patio to the door. For some reason, something tonight was making me edgy. A slight rustle there, maybe a shadow wavering in the wrong place. Or maybe I was just going stir crazy.

Being on high alert can really fuck with your mind. Whatever the reason, I needed to break it up. I turned my back, deciding that it was time for a perimeter check of the small patio area. Quiet that sense of uneasiness by checking all the shadows. I had no idea you were hiding in the shadows behind me as I turned by back to you, ready to start my perimeter check.

10:23 Spy_Alex: The night was dark with no moon in the sky which made hiding in the shadows pretty easy, I was careful and confident and I knew I couldn't fuck this up, there was no luxury of a second try. Lighter on my feet I quickly hide behind you and realise that you are about to turn around, this was my chance I rushed towards you quickly with the chloroformed handkerchief on my hand and as soon as you turn around I sneak attack on your grabbing the back of your head with one hand and with the other I push the handkerchief on your face, applying enough pressure to force you to smell it and not enough to choke you to death. I turn us around slamming your back into the wall to avoid any type of escape from your end as I gag you.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: Suddenly, out of the darkness I hear a rush of movement. Instantly I switch into battle mode, turning, reaching down to my tactical belt for my sidearm. A black shadow is on me before I even finishing turning around, grabbing my head in a hand with a grip strength like a steel vise, his other hand slamming something sweet and stick over my face. Instantly I start to feel dizzy... I try to lift my sidearm, I just need one shot... just ... just one... limbs aren't working right. My sidearm is so fucking heavy... can't lift it.

Then, BAMMMM my thick muscled back is smashed against the wall with ferocious strength. The muscle this dude is carrying is for real, and I'm not a weak or small man. My sidearm drops out of my fingers, clattering across the walkway. My eyes roll up into my head, and suddenly blackness takes me.

10:23 Spy_Alex: I use a lot of pressure to gag this guy. He is strong and resilient but I have the upper edge sneaking up on him. You try to resist and reach your sidearm so I add a little more pressure to knock you out fast. In just a few seconds I feel you fading away, your body going limp and I slide you down with ease on the floor.

Looking in both directions I checked for anyone out there, it was dead silent. I check your pockets and find the key to the door. "Asombroso!!" I feel a bit relieved since everything is going according to the plan. I disarm your weapons and all your equipment and hide them in the bushes. Then grabbing you by your legs I drag you across and hide you in the bushes as well. Then using a flashlight I signal my hacker and he walks out from the other side hiding with his laptop and other gear, he isn't trained so his safety is also my responsibility.

We go in and successfully are able to retrieve the data without alerting anyone, the security is tight, but we are extremely careful. It takes us around 2 hours to hack into the network and copy all the huge files. I stood on guard while the hacker worked his magic, took down 3 more men quietly who were on the regular rounds in the 2 hour time span. Once our job was done we rushed back to the same spot to exit the premises carefully. I open the door with the key and move out the door.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: I wake up sometime later, all at once. Instantly, my memories come rushing back. First, I check on my location. I'm on the dirt beneath the bushes near the path. I realize I must have been drugged. My head is pounding. I feel for my gear and weapons, but I have nothing. I'm missing my tactical belt, my M27. Just my hands and feet. I get up, my legs getting stronger. I need to report in. I return to the path, then suddenly I hear a noise coming from the side door, fuck ... I'm missing my keys. That mother fucking bastard ... he drugged me and broke into the embassy with MY keys.

The shame of my failure is bitter, and real. But there is no time for emotions. Time for battle. I flatten myself against the wall, silent as I hear the door open. Then, silent, but deadly, I explode into violence, driving my left fist directly towards the chin of the man who starts to step out of that door, while my right combat boot kicks forward savagely, targeting his right knee.

10:23 Spy_Alex: I am thrilled and pumped thinking the mission is a success without any challenges or hurdles, feeling proud I walk out the door with the hacker walking behind me. With a surprise attack a punch landed on my jaw targeting specifically the chin. The hit is so strong it sends me back a step and my back hits the door frame.

Surprised by the punch I immediately push the hacker aside to protect him when the hit to my right knee sends me down on one knee. A small stream of blood trickles down from my mouth towards my chin showcasing how strong the guy in front of me is. On one knee I look up to see you again wondering how you could be awake so soon, you definitely are stronger than I expected. I pull out the knife from my right ankle and slash it across the gut and chest diagonally, giving myself time to get back up I launch a kick right into the gut to push you back, closing the door to protect my comrade I pull my arms up balling my fists bringing them closer to my chest and launch forward with a left and a right hook directed towards your face.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: My surprise attack hits pay dirt, my fist driving into his chin, sending blood trickling out, and my boot slams into your knee knocking you down to one knee. I catch sight of another intruder behind you, getting a better look at you as well. Holy shit... the guy is jacked, his solid black gear couldn't hide the muscles straining the seams of his clothing.

This bastard must be special forces. Anyone who could get the jump on me was good. I was in for a fight. I start to surge forward, this was now a two on one fight, and I had to attack, and attack hard. But then you whip that knife out of your ankle, and slash it across my gut and chest. Instinctively, I throw myself backwards, but I'm not quite fast enough. The blade rips through the heavy camo material of my battle top, tracing a ragged gash through my uniform and scoring a thin, shallow cut across the steel-hard muscle of my abs and chest. It burns like fire, but it did no major damage. It could have been much worse, but it won't impede my fighting ability.

Too distracted trying to keep myself from getting gutted, your boot slams into my gut, forcing me back. I let out a grunt, feels like I was kicked by a fucking mule, but my concrete hard abs hold. I see the door slam shut, almost as if you are protecting your comrade. He must not be combat trained. Fuck. You surge at me, getting your guard up while I'm still recovering from that knife attack and kick to my gut. Your left smashes into my head, knocking me back. There is a brief flash of pain, but now I've got my own guard up, and that right hook slams into my left arm.

Grunting, I surge forwards, wondering what happened to your knife, but glad it seems to be out of the fight for the moment, cause I don't have one. My left hand shoots forward, grabbing the collar of your black shirt, my muscles surge as I try to yank you forward, off balance, then smash my right knee up, driving it towards your ribs, hoping to blast that solid muscled core of yours while you are off balance.

10:23 Spy_Alex: With the swift slash and kick I push you back before slamming the door shut I hand over the knife to my hacker comrade for protection in case someone else comes, for me my hands are enough to take out this guy. My first punch hits while the other gets blocked. Clearly you have the strength to fight back.

I see the incoming knee strike and I try to block it with my arm. The hit is strong and it hits my arm and the ribs, the pain from the hit clearly indicates the strength you possess. My ribs were fortunate enough to be saved from the hit though they took some damage. I rub my ribs and flick my arm to ease the pain.

My idle hand in the meantime grabs onto your neck and tries to push you back, gaining some space. I swing a side kick to the ribs followed by a well placed aimed maneuvered roundhouse kick to the head with the same leg without touching my foot on the ground.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: This hard muscled heavyweight manages to keep his balance when I tug on his shirt collar, blocking most of the damage from my knee strike, but clearly not all of it, as you shake out your arm. Grunting, I release your collar, and get my guard up again, moving in, trying to take advantage of the damage from my last attack.

Now, you reach out for my neck, to push me back. Growling, my arm circles up to knock your arm aside, but while my arm was busy knocking yours aside, my ribs were wide open. That side kick crunches into my undefended right hand ribs with a sickening THUDDD, doing serious damage to my body. The blow knocked me sideways, as it sunk into my thickly muscled lats and ribs, partially bending my heavy frame around your boot, which was slightly fortunate as it blasted me out of the way of your follow up kick to my head. The pain radiating from my ribs was serious. I'm sure a massive bruise was already forming, and it's only luck that no bones appear to be broken.

But pain is for the weak. My sense of duty is stronger than my pain. I charge forward, forcing my battered body back into the fight. Hoping to take advantage of the time it's going to take you to recover from that missed head kick, my well trained body spins in place on my left combat boot, my powerful right leg sweeping around, looking to nail you directly in the middle of your hard-muscled abdominals with a brutal spinning back kick. The action aggravates my hurt right side, but I don't let it stop me or slow me down.

10:23 Spy_Alex: As I push you I use that to my advantage and smash the kick into those ribs but my head kick misses as you duck sideways to nurse those abs. I take my position and just when I'm about to launch another attack your spinning back kick hits hard in my gut. The pit of my stomach sending shockwaves of pain. My abs despite being flexed were damaged from the hit. No matter how strong and well built I am, a hit like that is unbearable and I stagger back holding my abs and go down on my knees. Then with one hand on the ground and the other on the abs I stop myself from falling further down. I cough and spit some blood on the ground taking deep breaths in order to find some relief from the pain.

The sheer power of that hit and how well placed it was makes me stay down for much longer than I anticipated.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: My kick slams into your abs with perfect power, as I snap my combat boot back to the ground, facing you. Wincing slightly as my ribs are burning from your kick, some blood staining the front of my combat top, sliced open by your knife. I've got to finish this fight, here and now, before your accomplice can get away or do more damage to the embassy. I charge forward as you drop to your knees, holding your abs, coughing up some blood. A full force spinning back kick from a trained Marine wearing combat boots will fuck up your day. I reach forward with one hand, trying to grab the back of your head, while I smash my left knee forward, looking to blast you right in the face while I try to hold your head in place to take the blow.

10:23 Spy_Alex: I need to be smart and fast if I want to have a chance against this American tank. On the ground coughing out blood I think to myself when I feel your heavy and strong hand on the back of my head gripping a massive chunk of hair in a firm grip pulling my head up to expose my face. I grab your wrist as you pull my head when I see a massive knee strike approach towards me. I know instantly it is directed towards my face and instinctively I pull my other arm up to block the hit.

BHAMMMM...!!!!

The hit is fast and strong, I try to block it by taking it to the forearm but the hit was so strong and upclose that I wasn't able to block it's momentum with just one forearm. The knee hit my arm first and then it smashed against my mouth, both my upper and lower lip got cut deep, blood started pouring down to my chin from my mouth and then drops of blood dripped all the way to the ground. I was in a bit of a shock from the massive hit, my head still hanging in your tight grip on my hair. My head is a little dizzy and the pain on my face is tremendous. Breathing really heavy I take in a few breaths taking a second then look up to see the American tank towering in front of me. I resist by sending two punches one after the other to your abs while grabbing the waistline of your trousers for some support with one hand. Both punches meant to hurt your abs and especially the second which was directed towards the bruising on the ribs.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: Even though I wasn't wasting time in coming after you, you still managed to recover enough to block my knee. I had a tight grip on your black hair, holding it in place but you got your arm up just in time. A blow that should have knocked you out, ended up dazing you instead. But I still had a firm hold on your hair, my grip tightened, pulling up and back on your head, lining you up for a second blow, this one will finish you for sure.

But before I can land it, your hand grabs the waistband of my camouflage fatigues. This distracts me, and I start to reach down with my other hand to yank you free, so I have a clear shot at your face. But then, then your fist flies out. One of them smashes deep into my abs, I wasn't fully expecting this, my abs weren't fully flexed for such a blow. The power, precision, and muscle behind that blow catches me totally off guard, especially considering you are still kneeling in front of me.

Your fist blasts into my thick muscled ab bricks like an armor piercing missile, blasting past my flex to deliver a shockwave into my guts that robs me of my breath and power. I falter, gasping, bending over, then your fist fires again, this time drilling deep into my bruised ribs. I let out a gargled groan as your fist plows a line of destruction across my already badly hurt ribs, tearing up muscle and dislocating one of my ribs with a small POP. Breathless, pain digging into my right side like a knife I release your hair and stagger sideways, my right hand covering my ribs as I try to recover my breath.

10:23 Spy_Alex: As you stagger away I take a few deep breaths to regain my strength as I get back up on my feet. For a second ago I thought that this guy was gonna take me out but I somehow pulled through and now I'm on my feet again, feeling a bit exhausted from the fight against a strong opponent like you. I wipe off the blood from my chin. I walk towards you with pain still burning in the pit of my stomach from the brutal kick before.

I do not want to jeopardize the mission but I can't fight you for long, so I try to pull out my gun to take you down but it must have fallen down somewhere in the fight. Frustrated and exhausted I rush towards you with full strength ducking forward and attempting to smash my shoulders into those ribs to take you down.

Charging like a mad bull towards you with my torso slightly hunched to take you down by force smashing my body into yours with the shoulder being my point of contact towards your already bruised broken ribs attempting to take you down to the ground with me.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: I needed every second I could take to get my wind back, to get the pain in my right side under control. The strength and resilience of this dude in black was unbelievable. I tried to stand up, sucking in huge breaths, gritting my teeth against the stabbing pain in my right side as you recovered and searched for your gun. Luckily for me, you didn't find it. But that small delay could mean the difference between life and death for me. It gave me just a few more seconds to recover.

You charged at me in a mad rush towards my right side. If your shoulder smashed into my ribs, I'd be totally fucked. But I just managed to twist my body as you charged me so that I took your charge head on, right in my abs, instead of my right side. My combat training kicked into high gear, and just before your shoulder made contact with my abs, I seized your hair with an iron hard grip with my right hand, and planted the palm of my left hand against your abs, feeling the solidity of your muscle. Fucked you are jacked.

All at the same time, in one smooth motion, I threw myself backwards to the ground, pulled with my grip on your hair and pushed up with my hand on your abs, letting out a scream of pain as my right side didn't like the sudden motion, as I tried to use the momentum of your charge to literally toss you right over me into the wall behind us.

10:23 Spy_Alex: Rushing towards you at full speed I am confident that I will take you down and overpower you to beat you down. Unaware about your plans, as I am about to connect with you. I feel a very tight grip on my hair, thinking that this isn't enough to stop me. It doesn't bother me until I feel your palm on my arm picking my and using my own momentum against me. I knew then and there that trouble is on its way.

Tossed and back smashed into the wall the impact was so great that for a second it seemed like the wall would break, it didn't but I couldn't say the same about my back, no knowing the magnitude of my injury I fell down on the ground instantly. My back is shining with pain like a thousand needles pointing in my spine. "Aghhh aghhhhhh" I groaned loudly and fell on the ground holding my back with my chest touching the ground and the wall touching my left shoulder. I tried my best, even with so much pain in my body, I tried to get up but it seemed like climbing Mount Everest at this point.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: Somehow, someway I dodged a bullet, using your own charge against you. I hear the crunch of muscle smashing into bricks behind me, hear the groans of agony, the sound of your body smashing into the ground. I take a deep breath, I can't lie here and let you have time to recover. I hold my right side as I force my way up onto my knees, where I spy you lying there chest first on the ground next to the wall, your left side pressed up the bricks. With a growl, a rumble deep in my throat, I push forward, driving my knee like a spear directly into the small of your back, over your spine and kidneys, figuring the impact with the wall might have done some damage to your back. I brace myself with my right hand against the wall, while reaching down with my left to seize a huge chunk of your hair, pulling back on your head, trying to break your fucking neck, my muscles trembling with effort while I tried to keep you pinned beneath my knee, all my heavy weight balanced on that knee, digging deep into your spine and your kidneys.

10:23 Spy_Alex: I lay on the ground in pain, unaware of your whereabouts only focused on the pain in my back and my will trying to push me to get back up. Just then I feel your knee smashed into my lower back, it hit right into the spot which was hurting like hell. The knee driving in deep making my back take an extremely brutal punishment. I groan in pain trying to reach the spot with my hand as it hurts so much but it's difficult for me to turn around and tumble you off of me but I still try to.

Before I could do anything I feel a brutally rough grab on my hair. My thick black hair used to pull my torso up from the ground adding another magnitude of pain to my back and my neck. My chest pulled off the floor with the nasty hair grip. It's a brutal position where my back could break any second. It's hard to focus with the pain running in my entire body, both end of my spine being brutally pulled towards each other in an unnatural manner. I try my best to take in the pain and desperately come up with some way to get out. But the pain is so extreme I am unable to focus on anything else. I am quite at first taking in the pain as I do not want to yell and draw attention further jeopardizing my mission. But I can take it anymore, I yell out in pain unable to take the punishment to the back any longer. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh my back!!!"

My hair was completely drenched in sweat, my entire body sweating like crazy under the immense pressure on my back. Blood still gushing down my lips to the chin. When my comrade hears me yell out, scared at first how such a strong, trained dude could be taken down he hesitates a bit being just 5ft 8 in height. I opened the door slowly looking outside to assess the situation. He sees me down on the ground being broken into two parts. He sneaks up from behind you and stabs the knife that I gave him into your back, his strength not as much but his will to fight let him stick the knife into your back closer to your right shoulder blade.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: I'm focused on breaking this intruder's neck or spine, whichever gives way first, my muscles flexed, veins standing out, tendons standing out on my neck. I'm tired and hurting, and so focused on trying to break you that I don't hear your accomplice sneak on me. Suddenly, shockingly my back erupts in outrageous pain as a blade sinks into my thickly muscled upper lats near the shoulder blade, slicing through muscle fiber and tendons. I throw myself off of you, dropping your head and staggering up to my feet, my chest heaving as little lighting bolts of agony rip up and down my right arm, and blood starts soaking the back of my uniform top.

That blade didn't sink in deep enough to puncture my lung, but it did some serious damage to my right arm. I'm having real trouble moving it, but I don't hesitate, charging forward with my left hand to grab your accomplice's right wrist, twisting savagely to make him drop the blade while kicking my right combat boot straight up into his balls with all my strength.

10:23 Spy_Alex: I yell out loud and try to endure the pain, it's fucking unbelievable my spine is about to be broken into two parts and I can't do shit about it, feeling helpless and full of regret. Suddenly you let go of my hair and my face falls bang right back into the ground. You get off of me and I sigh in relief massaging my back. I try to get up. I still have the will to fight and I know how crucial it is for my country. I pushed myself up, my arms flexed and my face turned red with pain. It takes a lot of energy and determination to get back up on my two feet after the brutal assault which my back has endured a few seconds ago. The pain is quite surreal but I push myself forward, take each step with pain shooting down my spine, staggering towards you as I see my comrade down on the floor holding his balls and trembling in pain as you stand towering over him, the poor guy only at your mercy.

I see the blood pouring down your back, he must have gotten you good I think to myself. Standing right behind you I smash a punch onto your wound and with the other hand grab the hair from the back of your head to pull you in closer wrapping my arm around your neck and using the other hand to plant tightly on your head to secure a rear naked choke from behind.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: Your accomplice is no match for me, and he collapses in a heap. I wonder for a moment where the other guards are in the embassy, there were three of them along with me. With my right ribs fucked up, my right arm badly injured, I'm not in any shape to be fighting two men. But no matter the odds, I know my duty, I'm a Marine. If whoever is carrying out this attack succeeds, it will do serious damage to the USA. I'll never let that happen, not while I'm alive. We don't know the meaning of the word surrender. I lift my boot to curb stomp your accomplice, possibly killing him, when suddenly your fist smashes into my stab wound, sending an explosion of pain ripping through the torn muscle. I arch my back, letting out a groan of agony.

Then, moments later, before I have a chance to recover, my hair is savagely yanked back, my head snapping backwards, opening up my neck.

What the fuck ... it's impossible... there's no way that muscled bastard could have gotten up after what I did to him, not that quickly. What is he made of, steel? Well, as your arm wraps tightly around my neck locking in a textbook perfect rear naked choke, those biceps of yours driving into my neck sure as hell feel like steel. Instantly, I start to feel dizzy, lightheaded. I only have seconds before it is lights out.

I try to lift my right arm to fight you off, but I can barely raise it. I try to bend at the waist, to throw you over my shoulder, but my right hand ribs explode in agony, and I have to stop. There is only one option left to me. With my boots digging into the path, I surge backwards with all my remaining strength, trying to crush your body against the wall, a desperate last chance.

10:23 Spy_Alex: I have trapped my arm around your neck and can feel your throat choking, my bicep as large as it is is squeezing the life out of you. I feel a lot more confident now as you start to pass out, all your attempts are failing one after the other. I use this opportunity and add full pressure to the neck knowing it's just a matter of seconds now and you will be out cold and I will succeed in my mission.

Breathing heavy in your ear I whisper, "Good night American scum!!" My arm squeezes the life out of you but my words somehow make you angry and you rush backwards. I try to use my weight to stop you from charging backwards but I just don't have the energy now.

Before I could do anything my back slams into the wall behind hurting my back once again, the pain so wild that I let out a loud groan of agony and my focus shifts on my back making the rear naked choke a little loose. My head banged into the wall as well but that is the least of my worries now, somehow trying to secure the hold back again hoping it's not too late.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: I feel your thick muscled body slamming into the wall, knowing I've only got seconds left. I hear and feel your steel hard muscle crunching against the bricks, feel the wave of weakness pass through your rock hard muscle, loosening that sleeper just enough to keep me in the game. I gasp deeply, my left hand shoots up worming between your arm and my throat. With a blast of strength, digging deep into my quickly draining reserves, I pop my head free, turning to face you. I'm exhausted, can't use my right arm, and my right side is killing me. But you are hurt too. Gotta finish you. I snarl, "It takes a lot more than that to put an American Marine to sleep, mother fucker!" I try to wedge my left forearm under your chin against your throat, while I lift my right knee, aiming for the middle of your abs, where I smashed you earlier with that spinning back kick. I know by the way you bled from your mouth I did some kind of internal injury from that kick, if I can just get a few more blows in... I have to win this. My nation's pride is at stake. My honor as Marine is on the line. I just don't know how much longer I can keep fighting.

10:23 Spy_Alex: I still haven't recovered from my back crashing into the wall when you turn around and press your arm on my throat pining my head to the wall. Unable to see the knee it smashes deep into the core. The previous hit already kind of broke and bruised my abs but this one was right into the pit of my stomach. My body instinctively tries to duck forward but the arm pinning my head is not allowing it. I cough out some blood from my mouth that drips down to your arm. I try to push you off of me but my strength is almost depleted, my back is hurt badly and my gut is burning like fire. My well trained and well muscled body is now devoid of energy. But it's just sheer will and determination which is driving me. I try to push you away but unable to do so I send a punch to your right side which I know if fucked, with the strength I had I send a quick punch which I know is no match to what my actual strength is.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: My knee sinks deep into your gut, without much resistance. My kick must have fucked up your ability to flex your abs. More blood sprays out of your mouth onto my arm. I got this... I got this... I'm summoning up the energy to drive another knee into those broken abs while you struggle, but my weight is leaning against you, pinning you in place. Then your fist slams into my ribs. Not with nearly as much force as earlier, but since one of my ribs is already dislocated, it doesn't take much force. I groan in agony, rolling off you, reaching across my body with my left hand to hold those ribs, coughing up a bit of blood. I think that dislocated rib got popped out of joint real good and cut something up inside me. I fight to stand up, gotta get my guard up, gotta keep fighting. Too much is at stake.

10:23 Spy_Alex: As you get away from me with pain rushing in your ribs, I slide down completely drained and sitting on the floor with my back supported by the wall. Only I know how much pain I am bearing just to get back up. I am very slow to get back on my feet but I am finally standing unable to move properly. I stagger toward my comrade to look if he is okay. The only way I win is if this information that we stole gets out. I check up on him and he is conscious now. "Get out of here!!! Get this data to safety. You know where to hide" I tell him and help him up. He starts running towards the end of the road where our car is parked. I stand in the middle of it with my boots planted like trees to the ground determined and unwilling to let you stop him. "You've failed, big guy!!!. This is what defeat tastes like!!" I am prepared for any movement you make. I know I can stop you. The last bit of energy I have will be used to complete my mission. Staying like a wall between you and him as he runs away towards the car.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: Suddenly, as I fight to recover, fight to master the pain, you get up to check on your comrade. I've got the pain under control, and I'm starting to move towards you now. I have to finish this. Then, as you speak to your comrade, everything becomes clear. A white hot lightning bolt jolts through my spine, a sick taste in my mouth. I can't let him get away. You stand between me and your comrade as he starts running towards the car. Wild desperation seizes me as you mock my failure. I charge you, cocking my left fist, aiming a massive hook to your jaw, I've got to get past you, got to get that data!! The reputation of the US is at stake. My honor as a United States Marine is at stake!!!

10:23 Spy_Alex: BHAMMMM!!!!

The hook hits my jaw snapping my head to the side and I twist a total 180 degrees falling down on my knees as the punch is so damn strong going on all four I shake my head to get rid of the cobwebs. Still not at all willing to let you go. I grab one of your legs with both hands and pull it back to trip you to make you fall. I crawl towards you grabbing your trousers and grab my strong arms around your waist to keep you from getting up. I yell at the top of my voice "Runn Hurrryyy!!!" Knowing I am almost about to succeed in my mission at all costs I have a rush of strength from the adrenaline which is giving me the power I need to keep you pinned down.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: The burst of adrenaline, the desperate need to stop your comrade from escaping lends me new strength, the agony and exhaustion of my battle-damaged body falls away. My fist nearly takes your head off, blasting you down to the ground. I leap over you, starting to run when your hands grab my leg. I crash like a mighty oak tree, smashing brutally to the paved path. I can't use my right arm to block my fall, my left hand isn't enough to completely protect me, and my face smashes to the hard surface, blood spraying everywhere, my nose breaking on impact, as the surge of adrenaline is knocked out of me, my strength draining away, replaced with agony and pain.

I lie there, twitching, bleeding, groaning, trying to get up, but you are on top of me, your arms wrapping around my waist, putting pressure on my damaged ribs. I let out a gargled moan of pain, coughing up more blood as that dislocated rib jabs deeper into my body. I try to fight... but I've got no strength left. The taste of defeat and failure is bitter... I scream out in rage... "FUCK YOU.."

10:23 Spy_Alex: My energy is depleted, all I had left in me was used to complete my mission . Grabbing you as tight as possible I watch over and see my comrade get in the car and drive away. I know my mission is complete, I let go of you as I have no strength to continue. I roll over laying beside you on the road on my back breathing heavily. "You were strong, but not enough American!!!" A big smile covers my bloody mouth as a sign of celebration of my victory. It didn't matter if I live or die, what matters is the mission and I completed mine.

10:22 Sergeant_Steve_Majors: I gasp as you let me go, pain ripping through my ribs, but for all of that, I think I'm still slightly in better shape then you are, but not by much. Rage boils inside me, as you lay there with a smile on my face, it's clear that you feel your mission is accomplished, and that's all that matters to you. The sense of rage, defeat, shame and humiliation flares up in my brain like a bonfire. For a moment, I'm tempted to kill you. But duty comes first, personal feelings second. "Save the laughter big man. You are going to need it when we start questioning your ass. You invaded American territory. Consider yourself a prisoner of war." Forcing my way up to my knees, my left knee pins your face down, twisting it to the side, while my left hand forms a fist, and with what strength I have left, I smash it down into the side of your neck, landing a quick strike on your carotid to knock you out cold. Grimly, I drag your knocked out muscle back into the embassy for interrogation.

We have ways of making you talk.

Published: 2022-09-15, viewed 76 times.