Thread: A New Low (iridium248)

They cheered. That was an understatement. Most fights that happened around these parts saw the brave - or often, desperate - fool of a competitor finish his first clip only to be torn apart while trying to load in his second, even to his dying breath. Most fights, on that note, did not last very long, so one like this, one with lightning and flames and other flashy moves, were indeed a rare treat. Add to that that Lilith was a woman. Add to that that Lilith was a hot woman. Add to that that she not only was doing it in her underwear, but that her bra had been cut some during the fight and her round fucking globes were hanging free... You had something each would be telling their buddies about for months to come. You had a crowd that was cheering and whistling as loud as they knew how. Well screw me sideways, Rade said with a sigh, a sigh mixed with a slight twitch in his face. That twat. What the hell! I haven't paid anyone in weeks! She broke my streak! That's only four grand though, came one of his friends,three of them sitting together in the stands. All the bets people made... now those are gonna hurt ya! haha And don't forget the special whatever it was you promised her for gunnin' in there lookin' like a skank! I ain't promised nothin'! Eh? I told her I might, that I'd think about it. haha That's cold man. You think she'll be pissed? Might not even remember. You two start cleaning up those skags, Rade said as he stood, hands on his knees as he ascended. I'm gonna go see to business. The hell do we look like? Like two freeloaders who I didn't charge for their seats. Casting them a glance, Now get to work, Rade stepped forward, down the stadium-style benches. Bent in certain parts, rusted in others, they served their purpose well enough. Now what in the hell, he muttered to himself as he descended, walking along the platform past the crowd, am I gonna do with her... That wasn't no fight. This chick's the real deal. I ain't payin' her to go in there again and slaughter the beasts up. Looking around as he walked, as he descended the shaky metal stairs to the dirt, Rade raised an arm to run a palm over his bald head. Hm... Well, there is that ... heh... She did get undressed pretty easy... Probably wouldn't be very hard to convince her... Bestiality. Was she the type of gal? All were if the money was right. He hadn't had a woman willing to do this in awhile. Two years, it felt like - and Pandora's years were long Rade disappeared to a back area for a few minutes while the crowd continued to cheer, heard well enough here as it could be anywhere. Two huge, steroid-pumped bruisers sat on folding chairs behind the bleachers, a deck of cards and a rickety table between them, shotguns at their sides. Rade passed them to reach the safe a few feet beyond, a rusted iron box on top of a crate on top of the dirt. He pulled the handle open, not bothering to twist the knob at the front as the lock hadn't worked in some Thus, the pair of shotgun-wielding bruisers. One thousand, two thousand he counted... three thousand... four. He set that on top of the safe. One, two he counted again, three and four. Five and six. Combining the two handfuls, he exited out and walked back to the arena with ten thousand cash in hand. The bets for and against the Siren would be dealt with later. Right now he wanted to get down to business, to take advantage of the crowd's excitement while the iron was hot. Here you go, he said as he tossed the four grand at Lilith's feet, having approached her out in the middle of the arena. The damn diva was still soaking it in? He snickered as the money exploded in every which way, having nothing to tie it together so the paper fluttered about at her feet. Maybe she'd put on a show while picking it up. Pretty nice job out there. Rade's eyes scanned her as they stood there, out in the arena. What a piece of ass. And the sliced up bra didn't hurt none. The blood trickling down her back and side weren't an especial fetish of his, but they weren't a turn-off either. There's your four thousand in cash, like we agreed. And I was thinkin', you know it ain't often we get someone like you out here. Interested in putting on a show of a different sort, any chance? He held up the pile of six thousand, held it up but still close to him, letting Lilith see but not touch. You get on your hands and knees, get rid of the rest of what you're wearin', and we let a few skags pump 'n pound you 'til there's none left that want a go. These guys pay me to watch. I pay you to perform. And you suddenly got ten instead of four.