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Fighter for Hire (COMPLETE!)
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Original - Misc › -Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,103
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is purely a work of fiction and any relevance to any real persons or events is purely coincidental. The author owns the rights to this story and unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dynamite Rush
I’m so sincerely sorry to everyone who has followed this story that I’ve practically fallen off the planet. I’ve been through so much insanity, both mental and environmental that I haven’t really been able to find the time or mindset to write. I just moved to Ohio and since the beginning of this month I just haven’t stopped or had a moment to relax until tonight. I’m so glad I’m finally getting to finish this and I promise this one’s going out with a bang before I write my next one. Enjoy this, I’m very proud of the way this story is going to unravel.
Savannah Lion
Chapter 8: Dynamite Rush
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Nate’s POV:
‘This can’t possibly be happening. There’s absolutely no way! NO WAY IN HELL!’ My mind was absolutely racing, screaming in panic that what I was seeing was just a dream, or a nightmare. I only left for about a half hour, this just couldn’t be possible. ‘Did they stake me out? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?’ Nothing was making any sense as I stood in the threshold to the door of the apartment that was smashed in.
‘“I’ll only be gone a bit, then we can walk together to the fight.” It was the last thing I said to her only moments ago, so how could this have happened so fast?’ My stomach felt like it had been ripped open and compressed all at the same time. I walked through the thrashed apartment, looking for any traces of who could have done this, or what happened to Kate. I went into my bedroom to find it had been destroyed just like everything else. The only thing that was left untouched was my night table with a letter on it. The message was loud and clear.
“3 down, 1 to go. See you tonight.”
And then there was silence……
My heart rate began to pick up slowly before racing into an absolute frenzy. A primal and animalistic scream came blistering from my throat before I slung myself through the open window and into the street below. I landed heavily on all fours and ran faster than I ever had towards the downtown stage.
‘Dead’ I kept chanting in my head. ‘They’re all going to die tonight.’ The words kept beating through my head harder then my heart was hammering at my ribcage. I felt like I had been loaded with dynamite the way each step propelled me forward like an explosion under my feet. ‘I’m going to turn this fight into a bloodbath. They created a monster, and now this monster is going to rip them to shreds. I swear on my life I’m going to rip them apart.’
My lungs, my legs, my heart all felt like nothing had ever transpired they way I was. I was so pumped with adrenaline that I didn’t even realize I had covered so much distance so quickly. I found the open gate and flung the bouncer clear out of the way, storming my way into the crowd, not being slowed down at all by the mob of people in front of me. I stalked into the cage and positioned myself in the far side, pacing like a caged lion.
‘They’ve taken everything from me’ the thoughts setting the rest of my body ablaze, burning with anger. ‘Everything that I loved, they’ve taken from me. It, They, all of it, every last bit of it ends tonight.’ Pacing, glaring and watching as I waited for my opponent.
The ring announcer got on the PA to begin the festivities, or in this case, the slaughter.
“Ladies and Gentleman, if I may have your attention please. Tonight, we bring to you the Semifinals and the finals of this year’s tough man tournament.”
‘Just get the fuck on with it already’ Still pacing without a thought. I’m sure the sweat probably could have evaporated off me the way my body was burning up.
The PA blared again, “the first semifinal tonight will be between Eric ‘Cherry’ Garcia, and your United States war machine, Nathaniel Rush”
I heard the crowd cheering when my name was announced and soon the chants of ‘War Machine’ began to rise to an insane level.
“They lock that door and you’re mine!” I snarled as I saw him step in. I had gotten into a low crouch much like a linebacker preparing to blitz. He looked at me with a bit of confusion and then the typical cocky sneer that the TKE boys all shared.
“I hope you’re ready to get the ass kicking of a lifetime bitch.” He seemed a little to cocky but soon I’d be treating him to a world class funeral. Dumped of the side of a bridge in a plastic trash bag they way he deserved.
“Just lock it and ring it” I said to the ref. As soon as I heard the bell ring I sprung clear out of my crouch and the first heavy right hand connect with his jaw, sending him stammering back into the cage’s wall.
“Here comes the Sandman!” and with authority, my left and right hands continued to rain down on his skull, sounding like sledgehammers on concrete. The crowd had erupted into a frenzy of cheers and screams for a knockout.
By the time the fifth blow had connected he was already unconscious but still standing on what would soon turn into jelly legs and give out beneath him. I grabbed under his arm to support him, my face a mere two or three inches from his.
“This one’s for Kate. It’s time to say good night.” I said as I pushed him back against the cage wall and took a step back. The cage had recoiled under his weight and pushed him back towards me, and with that I took the step in and my right hand connected with his temple, resulting in the most sickening cracking sound came from his skull.
In that moment I felt nothing. No anger, no pain, no hatred, no sorrow, no nothing. I just watched as his lifeless body hit the ground in a heap. I took a few steps back as the ref had called off the fight immediately. I wasn’t backing off because the fight was over but rather what I knew had happened.
‘Please tell me I didn’t’ I thought to myself as the ref went over to check his lifeless body. I knew however, that my words and thought had come to fruition.
“He’s dead” were the only words I needed to hear before I left out the cage door. Incidental death did not result in disqualification or any legal action, not that it mattered at this point. I walked through the silent crowd to the back bar, noticing that there was no one there.
“Well of course you stupid fuck,” I thought aloud. “There isn’t going to be anyone here because they’re all dead. Now you’re just as bad as they are.”
I walked around the back of the counter and poured myself a Jack and Coke. I felt every pair of eyes in the building on me. While that didn’t bother me, nor did the sight of a body bag being removed from the arena, what came next is what really set me off. The crowd began to chant more forcefully than ever. The chants of ‘War Machine’ reverberated off the walls in a manner so thunderous it made me sick.
‘I had just killed a man and they’re chanting my name? Disgusting!’ I couldn’t help it as my legs carried me up that back staircase and out into the city street. I downed the remainder of my drink and threw the empty glass at the opposing wall so hard it exploded as if it were a snowball. Another primal scream ripped from my lungs and blasted the silence that was the freezing New York night.
“FUCK! FUCK IT ALL! EVERYTHING!” I fell to my knees in tears realizing what had happened and what I had just done.
“We all make mistakes Nate, and the biggest one you could make is to not finish the job.”
The voice behind me was so clear and so familiar, but it couldn’t be. He had died last night. ‘It can’t possibly be’ were my last thoughts as before I could turn around, I felt an impact to the back of my head. I didn’t feel myself hit the ground as I blacked out.
Savannah Lion
Chapter 8: Dynamite Rush
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Nate’s POV:
‘This can’t possibly be happening. There’s absolutely no way! NO WAY IN HELL!’ My mind was absolutely racing, screaming in panic that what I was seeing was just a dream, or a nightmare. I only left for about a half hour, this just couldn’t be possible. ‘Did they stake me out? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?’ Nothing was making any sense as I stood in the threshold to the door of the apartment that was smashed in.
‘“I’ll only be gone a bit, then we can walk together to the fight.” It was the last thing I said to her only moments ago, so how could this have happened so fast?’ My stomach felt like it had been ripped open and compressed all at the same time. I walked through the thrashed apartment, looking for any traces of who could have done this, or what happened to Kate. I went into my bedroom to find it had been destroyed just like everything else. The only thing that was left untouched was my night table with a letter on it. The message was loud and clear.
“3 down, 1 to go. See you tonight.”
And then there was silence……
My heart rate began to pick up slowly before racing into an absolute frenzy. A primal and animalistic scream came blistering from my throat before I slung myself through the open window and into the street below. I landed heavily on all fours and ran faster than I ever had towards the downtown stage.
‘Dead’ I kept chanting in my head. ‘They’re all going to die tonight.’ The words kept beating through my head harder then my heart was hammering at my ribcage. I felt like I had been loaded with dynamite the way each step propelled me forward like an explosion under my feet. ‘I’m going to turn this fight into a bloodbath. They created a monster, and now this monster is going to rip them to shreds. I swear on my life I’m going to rip them apart.’
My lungs, my legs, my heart all felt like nothing had ever transpired they way I was. I was so pumped with adrenaline that I didn’t even realize I had covered so much distance so quickly. I found the open gate and flung the bouncer clear out of the way, storming my way into the crowd, not being slowed down at all by the mob of people in front of me. I stalked into the cage and positioned myself in the far side, pacing like a caged lion.
‘They’ve taken everything from me’ the thoughts setting the rest of my body ablaze, burning with anger. ‘Everything that I loved, they’ve taken from me. It, They, all of it, every last bit of it ends tonight.’ Pacing, glaring and watching as I waited for my opponent.
The ring announcer got on the PA to begin the festivities, or in this case, the slaughter.
“Ladies and Gentleman, if I may have your attention please. Tonight, we bring to you the Semifinals and the finals of this year’s tough man tournament.”
‘Just get the fuck on with it already’ Still pacing without a thought. I’m sure the sweat probably could have evaporated off me the way my body was burning up.
The PA blared again, “the first semifinal tonight will be between Eric ‘Cherry’ Garcia, and your United States war machine, Nathaniel Rush”
I heard the crowd cheering when my name was announced and soon the chants of ‘War Machine’ began to rise to an insane level.
“They lock that door and you’re mine!” I snarled as I saw him step in. I had gotten into a low crouch much like a linebacker preparing to blitz. He looked at me with a bit of confusion and then the typical cocky sneer that the TKE boys all shared.
“I hope you’re ready to get the ass kicking of a lifetime bitch.” He seemed a little to cocky but soon I’d be treating him to a world class funeral. Dumped of the side of a bridge in a plastic trash bag they way he deserved.
“Just lock it and ring it” I said to the ref. As soon as I heard the bell ring I sprung clear out of my crouch and the first heavy right hand connect with his jaw, sending him stammering back into the cage’s wall.
“Here comes the Sandman!” and with authority, my left and right hands continued to rain down on his skull, sounding like sledgehammers on concrete. The crowd had erupted into a frenzy of cheers and screams for a knockout.
By the time the fifth blow had connected he was already unconscious but still standing on what would soon turn into jelly legs and give out beneath him. I grabbed under his arm to support him, my face a mere two or three inches from his.
“This one’s for Kate. It’s time to say good night.” I said as I pushed him back against the cage wall and took a step back. The cage had recoiled under his weight and pushed him back towards me, and with that I took the step in and my right hand connected with his temple, resulting in the most sickening cracking sound came from his skull.
In that moment I felt nothing. No anger, no pain, no hatred, no sorrow, no nothing. I just watched as his lifeless body hit the ground in a heap. I took a few steps back as the ref had called off the fight immediately. I wasn’t backing off because the fight was over but rather what I knew had happened.
‘Please tell me I didn’t’ I thought to myself as the ref went over to check his lifeless body. I knew however, that my words and thought had come to fruition.
“He’s dead” were the only words I needed to hear before I left out the cage door. Incidental death did not result in disqualification or any legal action, not that it mattered at this point. I walked through the silent crowd to the back bar, noticing that there was no one there.
“Well of course you stupid fuck,” I thought aloud. “There isn’t going to be anyone here because they’re all dead. Now you’re just as bad as they are.”
I walked around the back of the counter and poured myself a Jack and Coke. I felt every pair of eyes in the building on me. While that didn’t bother me, nor did the sight of a body bag being removed from the arena, what came next is what really set me off. The crowd began to chant more forcefully than ever. The chants of ‘War Machine’ reverberated off the walls in a manner so thunderous it made me sick.
‘I had just killed a man and they’re chanting my name? Disgusting!’ I couldn’t help it as my legs carried me up that back staircase and out into the city street. I downed the remainder of my drink and threw the empty glass at the opposing wall so hard it exploded as if it were a snowball. Another primal scream ripped from my lungs and blasted the silence that was the freezing New York night.
“FUCK! FUCK IT ALL! EVERYTHING!” I fell to my knees in tears realizing what had happened and what I had just done.
“We all make mistakes Nate, and the biggest one you could make is to not finish the job.”
The voice behind me was so clear and so familiar, but it couldn’t be. He had died last night. ‘It can’t possibly be’ were my last thoughts as before I could turn around, I felt an impact to the back of my head. I didn’t feel myself hit the ground as I blacked out.