Famer's Story writing debate Round#3 TUF V.S. REN

Phase 2; RageSmoke clouded the room. Slight moans could be heard from the hooker bouncing up and down on Moza, as he took in another huff of his Marijuana. The TV was on; Comedy Central. Some corny comedian was failing making jokes on the screen.Daniel laughs loudly at something the comedian says. "Shut the fvck up and pay attention." Says the hooker annoyed, as she continued her rythmitic motion.Daniel has had better. This chick was dirty and smelled like garlic anyways."Hey, why don't you go make me a fvcking sandwich ho. I don't pay you to back talk me." Daniel says angrily at the naked woman, as he pushes her off him harshly. The skank gave him a dirty look, but did as she was bid and went into Daniel's disgusting kitchen. Daniel continues laughing at the person on the screen. Fvck. He was out of Mary Jane. "Hey b1tch, get me some of the good stuff while you in there chica." He shouts across the room. He bursts out laughing in response once more to a joke the comedian says. There is no response from the kitchen. "Yo sl ut, answer me when I talk to you, what are you fvcking retarded!?"He waits. There is still no response. "Do you want me to beat your fvcking @ss again?" He gets up and makes his way over to the kitchen.Daniel is shocked as he sees the naked woman passed out on the floor with an open jar of mayonnaise spilt next to her on the floor."What... the... Fvck?" he mutters.The wire is around his neck faster than he has time to react.Daniels Hand's instantly fly up to his neck as he tries to wrestle away his attackers vice like grip on the wire. He struggles for breath, as the wire gets tighter. He feels his consciousness start to fade, and his grip loosens. No. Daniel Moza wasn't gonna be someone's b1tch. He thrusts his elbow into his attacks pelvis with all the strength he can muster. Instantly the wire loosens and slips from his neck as the man behind him crashes down onto Daniels Stained coffee table in pain, glass shattering around him. Daniel turns towards the man, only to get shocked once again. "What the fvck?" He says again. "Colton...?" ---------------I am back on my feet as quick as I can move. I throw a punch at the surprised Latino drug dealer, and land a lucky square right on his jaw. The man falls to the floor in pain. I attempt to pursue him to follow up with the blow, before I really start to feel the pain in my fist from that last punch. My hand tightens, and I Curse loudly, and cringe as it feels like I have just punched a steel wall. Damn, that hurt. I suck it up and go to hit Moza again, only to find that he is up now. I have no time to avoid the knuckles that fly right towards face. Blood rushes out of my nose, and I hear a crack, as Moza breaks my nose. Daniel awards me no reaction time, as the next thing I feel is a hard knee fly up into my stomach. I instantly collapse to the ground in pain. He kicks me again, hard in the stomach. Once. Twice. A third time. I wait for the fourth but it doesn't come. I chance a glance up to see that Daniel is being tackled by Mark. Thank God. My whole body is on fire as I roll on the ground in pain. It's obvious I have never been in a fight. I shouldn't have let go of that wire, it would have saved me more pain in the long run. I almost had him. I am done; not a muscle in my body has more fight in it. Pretty pathetic I know, but I never planned on getting in a brawl with this guy.I can hear the sounds of the brawl behind me coming to a stop. Who won?Foot steps walk over to me, and I can hear them right behind me. I cringe once more, as I await a few more harsh kicks. Instead a hand collapses on my shoulder. Mark. He helps me up, though standing is difficult. I look at him, then look at the knocked out mess on the floor. Daniel is shirtless, and his khaki pants were still un buttoned. "Piece of sh1t" Mark says as he looks at the man. I look at Mark. He looks calm, as if he had just finished a walk on the beach. He didn't even have a mark on him, not one bead of sweat. I need to work out more."Like your any better?" I retort."Guess I deserved that. Hey what was that Colt? I'll be surprised if you didn't wake up the whole fvcking neighborhood. This was supposed to quick and easy." Mark says in a cold tone.I wipe blood off my mouth and nose with my shirt. The Iron taste of blood is poignant in my mouth. My whole body is sore. My pelvis, and face hurt badly, and Mark's words just seem to be adding insult to injury. "Screw you. You act like I've done this before. It worked on the hooker pretty well didn't it?"He just shrugs. "Here help me get him downstairs."Moza is heavier than I expected. He is about 5'11, and weighs about 230 pounds. For being as small as this guy was, he had a lot of muscle mass. Yeah, maybe I picked the wrong guy to get in my first fight in with. But maybe he shouldn't have kidnapped by daughter. Moza's basement is messy, and un-finished. There are broken bricks, and frame walls laying all over the floor. I let the beaten fall on the floor hard. He is still out could."I'll go get the stuff." Mark says in a straight tone, and walks up the stairs. I nod.I stare at the dirt bag on the ground in front of me. It's been years since I last seen him, he looks different. His eyes seem darker, more mature. His hair is longer. He has a thin trimmed mustache, and a set Jaw. I never really had much of a "relationship" with the guy. I met him behind the football field every day at Cardinal Hayes High school. I handed him the money, he handed me the drugs. We never talked much other than that.This guy was a piece of sh1t. But really was I any better? My life used to be good. When I was married, I was the happiest man in the world. I had a loving wife, and a beautiful daughter. We would always go to the beach, or have pizza night, watch movies, and I loved it. Every damn second of it.But it is all gone now. A distant memory. All I had anymore was Mandy, a faint memory of the good times in my life. And now she was gone. This @sshole had taken her from me. He will pay dearly. Mark returns with a bundle of rope, and one of Moza's kitchen chairs. We hoist the heavy man onto the chair, and tie his hands up with our best knots. It is time.Mandy, I will find you.I sore fist with it's bloody knuckles, soar into Daniel's stomach. He spits blood of his mouth, and starts coughing, as he is harshly woken up."Where's Mandy!?" I shout, and slam my fist into his stomach again.He yells in pain, at the impact. I give him a couple of seconds to catch his breath."Who the Fvck is Mandy?"My fist returns in to stomach."Hey, Fvck you man! Fvck you!" He spits a bloody wad that splatters on my face.I wipe it off on my sleeve calmly and glare into his eyes for a couple of seconds. Whack. Whack. Whack. And he is suddenly regretting spitting at me. Moza groans in obvious pain, and let's his head go limp. I slap his face several times. "No, no, you get to stay awake for this."I continue. "Mandy. My daughter! You fvcking kidnapped her after you stole my wallet at the bank. Remember now fvck face!?"I kick him hard. So hard that the chair falls back. Daniels full body weight crushes his hands tied behind it, and I can hear several bones break. He screams a loud and torturous scream. Oops. Mark puts his hand on my shoulder. "You need to calm down, Colt, you'll kill him."I push mark away. At this point I didn't care.The man is weak, and hanging on the edge of reality, the only thing keeping him awake is the intensified pain I insist on putting him through.He mutters something. "What was that?" I say curious.I get closer. "Closer" he whispers weakly.I get closer, so close, that I can smell the drugs and blood in his nasty breath. I can hear him breathing heavily."I killed the b1tch. Her screams were magnificent, as we cut her up in tiny pieces" he says coldy. Then he chuckles. "NO!" I Scream. All I can see is red, as rage fills my soul. I grip his neck and twist it hard. Crack. Moza is dead.