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Old 15-Oct-21, 10:18
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The old barn at the Wyrett estate bustled with activity.

Amidst the loud livestock, were even louder people. All of them screaming and shouting, and huddled around a makeshift pit in the centre, engrossed in a bare-fisted competition between two combatants.

The young woman was blonde and her body was lean and cut. Topless, it looked magnificent soaked in sweat and a pair of Daisy Dukes. She had paired with white sports shoes to complete the ensemble. Her pert breasts gleamed while she ducked and weaved.

"Get her Pete!" screamed a man leaning on the wooden perimeter around the pit.

The man was stocky, taller and well-built. Pete Hill had torn through his opponents, he had bloodied every man that had dared to face him but this woman was giving him more than he could handle. His plain blue overalls were now drenched in his blood, his eyes heavy as he panted. He wiped the sweat from his brow and rushed in.

"Stomp him to the ground, Elaine!" screamed another man.

Elaine Wyrett was the champion pit fighter, she had been one for three years now. The only woman among the men, had bested all of them and Pete wasn't about to change that. He tried a shoulder tackle to take Elaine to the ground but like a bull-fighter, Elaine moved to her left leaving the big man charging at nothing but air.

A knee to his ribs had Pete screaming in pain, and a kick to the side of his head reduced him to his knees.

Pete's hands hung limp by his side and his eyes fluttered. The blood on his overalls had mixed with grime and dirt of the pit, and he sat on his knees awaiting his end.

It came with a shin that busted his nose open and floored him, knocking Pete unconscious. Elaine had won the tournament for the fourth year in a row. The crowd cheered as Elaine stood flexing her biceps, with a wide smile on her face and a foot on Pete's chest.

"Alright boys! How should we end this?" asked Elaine with a beautiful smile. The response was ravenous screams.

"WAKE HIM UP AND KNOCK HIM THE FUCK OUT AGAIN!" they screamed like a blood thirsty mob. Elaine obliged.

Elaine stripped out of her short jeans to the rhythm of their shouts, growing in ferocity as her denims slipped down to her knees and then hit the ground. She stepped out of the flimsy piece of clothing. Now completely bare, Elaine wrapped a knuckle around Pete's slick, black hair and pulled him to his knees.

It was like deja-vu. Pete was sure he had been on his knees before, he looked around to see the faces in the crowd, animated and frothing like wolves crying for blood. Then, Elaine blocked his vision by shoving her crotch into his face.

She grinded and moaned, the crowd shouted and screamed, Pete tongued her like his life depended on it. Maybe it did.

Elaine rode his tongue with a firm grasp of his hair, shoving his face in deeper as her hips gyrated. The crowd screamed louder, she ran her hands over her body, her tongue licking her nipples as slow convulsions took hold of her. She threw her head back and moaned louder, and louder till she orgasmed with sharp yell.

Elaine took one step back to see the broken man before her and smiled.

The crowd went wild watching his head being whipped back and forth, blood flew from his mouth and his face began to swell and bruise. Elaine held him in place by his hair, she could feel his body waiting to collapse, waiting for the torment to end. With one final fist, it did.

Pete's cheek hit the dirty, hay covered floor. His face, a barely recognisable mess of blood and spit, and Elaine basking in the glory of the hollers from the crowd. They ran into the pit, lifting the champion up on their shoulders and singing praises of her victory.

She could hear the beer bottles exploding, the crowns whizzing as they shot into the air. It was a time for celebration, an outpour of joy for their mistress. For everyone but one man.

Elaine could see him from the corner of her eye, standing unmoving at the entrance to the barn. Dressed in a black suit with his face covered in shadow. Then she saw his eyes gleam, a second before he disappeared.

"Put me down!" She screamed to the ravenous horde and rushed to the entrance but there was no one there.

A couple of her friends broke away from the crowd and rushed to her.

"What's wrong?," asked Bazzo. Her childhood friend.

"Everything okay, Elly?," enquired Frankie, last year's challenger and now close aide.

They shrugged at each other, watching Elaine stand at the entrance like she had seen a ghost.

"There was...there was something here, someone here," She mustered out.

There was nothing there.
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Old 17-Oct-21, 22:10
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Love the cliffhanger. Can't wait to see where this one goes.
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Chainsaw is back! Yay!
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Old 18-Oct-21, 13:53
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"He is just...standing there..."

Frankie took a sip from the beer bottle with his gaze fixed on the window. On the other side of the large glass stood Pete, standing on the curb by the bar and leaning on a lamp post. Pete's eyes were fixed on Elaine, who sat with her legs up on the table and her hands spread on the couch.

"You want us to handle this Elly?," asked Bazzo, cracking his knuckles.

"Nah, let him be. Probably not used to getting his ass kicked by a woman," spoke Elaine with a smile on her face. She winked at Pete and blew him a kiss, laughing as she saw his bruised face contort with anger. She threw her head back and let the last few drops of beer from the bottle fall on her lips, licking it off with her tongue as she stared back at Pete.

Pete's world had been turned upside down.

He had spent a year training for the throw down and battled hard to earn his place as a challenger. Elaine had undone all of that work in thirty minutes.

He lit up a cigarette and stared at her again. His eyes filled with rage as he saw the three of them celebrate. Pete was not going to let her get away with this.

He watched as Frankie called for another round. Pete made eye contact with the bartender watching the young man nod and point to the beer bottle in his hand before he took out a piece of small paper and mixed something into the drink. Then he made his way to the table.

Pete watched as Elaine took large gulps from the bottle, smiling as his plan fell into place. He took the last puff from his cigarette and walked in.

"Here he comes," said Frankie with a mock grin while Elaine and Bazzo laughed.

Pete walked right up to their table, avoiding the prying eyes in the bar. He could hear their snickers and laughs when he walked by. He fixed his gaze on Elaine, still in her short jeans and a red, plaid shirt. Her blonde hair, falling on her shoulders.

Even in his rage, he had to admit that Elaine looked stunning. Her body reminded him of picturesque, Greek statues, lean and cut with muscle. He tried not to let her get in his head again.

"You and me...," said Pete slamming his hand on the table. "We got unfinished business!"

Frankie and Bazzo began to stir and were almost off their seat when Elaine sat them back down.

"You ain't the first guy I have knocked out, nor will you be the last," said Elaine calmly.

"Why don't you sit your ass down and have a drink...on me!" Elaine signalled for another bottle, but Pete was looking for a fight. He snatched the bottle from Frankie's hand and threw the beer in her face.

It took less than a second for Frankie and Bazzo to grab him and throw him to the floor, with their fists hovering in the air, ready to pound his face in some more. Elaine stopped them. She fixed her hair and wiped the beer off her face.

"Relax, boys!" She said, placing a hand on Frankie and Bazzo's shoulders.

"If it's a fight he wants, a fight he gets!"

Pete got up and dusted himself off, gulping at the manic stares that Bazzo and Frankie gave him.

"You want us to come?" said Frankie. Pete could see his fingers nestle his knuckles.

"Yeah, been a while since I put these to use!" Bazzo rotated his wrists, the cracking sound of his bone filling Pete's ear.

"Nah! you guys drink up. I'll be done soon," Elaine spoke as she walked up and stood face to face with Pete.

For the first time since his beating, Pete managed to crack a smile.

"I highly doubt that!" he spoke, his one good eye cold and calculating.

It wasn't long before they found themselves in the parking lot. Elaine had already done away with her shirt, standing topless with her hands on her waist. Her short and tight blue jeans complemented by her white sports shoes.

Pete looked down at the blood on his denim overalls, each stain reminding him of the beating that he had endured.

They put their fists up and began to circle, their eyes locked and waiting for the first sign of movement. It came with a fist aimed at Elaine's chin, but it was deftly avoided. Pete winced, expecting a return blow but, it did not arrive. Elaine simply moved away with a smile.

He tried again, closing the gap with his long strides and aiming for Elaine's temple. She took the blow on her wrists and wound up for an answer. Pete backpedalled, and Elaine's fist stopped inches from his nose. He stood there wide-eyed with a look of terror on his face and sweat racing down his forehead.

Elaine laughed and moved back, allowing him to regain his stance.

"There is still time," said Elaine calmly, "Make it easy on yourself and walk away or face the consequences!"

"Laugh it up, princess" Pete bought his fists up to his face. "You ain't gonna be smilin' for long!"

"Bring it bitch!" Elaine motioned to Pete with her finger.

This time, Pete rushed in, throwing wild punches aimed at Elaine's body. She laughed and avoided his blows like a graceful dancer, her body rotating and flexing, while Pete hit nothing but air.

Elaine got herself in position and let loose with a high knee to Pete's chin. He screamed in pain, his teeth clattering against each other and his hands collecting the blood pouring out of his mouth.

With a smile, Elaine whipped his head to one side and then the other, with brutal fists that bruised his face even more. His swollen left eye was bleeding again, and his nostrils spew blood once more. Somehow, he stepped back to avoid another blow, making space between them for a breather.

"When the fuck will the stuff kick in?" He thought to himself, watching Elaine waltz into his striking range. He threw a roundhouse to stop her push, but she ducked beneath it. He cried in agony as Elaine buried a fist in his stomach. She began kicking his thighs to force him into an agonizing split and then buried her foot between his legs.

Pete rolled around on the ground, his hands firmly grasping his family jewels. Her laugh echoed in his head, his ears ringing from the torment, and his eyes watering from the pain.

He winced as Elaine grabbed his hair and sat him up on his knees. For the next few minutes, Pete's vision blurred. And his head rotated left to right and back again. Elaine's fists bruised his face till it looked like a blood-filled balloon.

Pete was close to the end. He sat there with his arms limp by his side, his eyes barely open.

"Any last words before I kick your...s-shit...in?" Elaine stopped. She felt dizzy, her vision spinning. Her eyes tried hard to focus, her world alternating between blurry and clear.

"T-The fuck...is...going on?"

Pete slowly began to get up. Elaine wouldn't have to wait long for an answer.

It came with a hard fist that rocked her head to one side, then one more sent it the other way. Blood flew from her mouth in an arc, her cheek compressing beneath Pete's knuckles.

She felt his fingers on his waist, ripping her jeans off and then his knee as it lodged between her legs. Elaine was reduced to all fours before Pete grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her torso up.

Fist after fist bloodied her face, a bruise on her cheek, a cut on her lips, and a busted nose. Pete wasn't done yet. He got her up to her feet and pushed her up against a car.

Pete began an unyielding attack on her stomach, each fist and foot burying deep into her gut, bruising her skin. Then, he grabbed her nipples and twisted, laughing as Elaine let out a blood curling scream. With his palms closed on her chest, he yanked Elaine to her feet.

"Not so cocky now, eh bitch?" He smiled and then gave her a punch that rattled her jaw. Elaine was nearly out of it, standing on her feet only because Pete held her in place by her blonde hair. He relished his attacks, taking glee in inflicting torment on the woman that had disgraced him.

Pete ended with a rising fist to her chin that sent Elaine sailing through the air.

Elaine expected to feel the harsh concrete any second, the embarrassment of defeat already coursing through her veins. Her eyes fluttered to stay open. It wouldn't be long now.

She closed her eyes, expecting to feel the dirt on her back. That sensation never came. Instead, Elaine felt weightless, like she was floating in nothingness. She opened her eyes slowly to find herself underwater and panicked.

Her limbs lashed out instinctively, and her lungs struggled for breath. As the panic subsided, she grew calmer and let her body float down. It was a painfully slow descent, and Elaine's eyelids began to grow heavy.

She woke up wide-eyed and coughing, her nude body wet and shivering. Elaine got up slowly to find, ground beneath her feet and then looked up.

Elaine was paralyzed with shock and fear. Above her, the water stretched for miles like wide-open skies, and fire engulfed her surroundings. It made no sense. She heard a strange sound coming from in front of her, a slow, grainy static that grew louder and louder as she moved towards it. Then she stopped dead in her tracks.

There he was, the man she had seen at the barn. Dressed in a sharp suit and standing beside a table. On it was a knife and piece of paper.

"Ah! Welcome, welcome!"

The voice from behind her startled Elaine, and she nearly jumped. She whipped around to see a small man run towards her. He chewed on an unlit cigar, his small pudgy body swaying from one side to another as he walked.

"W-What the fuck!" screamed Elaine. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

Elaine got into a fight stance, but the short man showed no fear. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her by the arm towards the table.

Up close, the man looked even more daunting. Long, tall, and with his face covered in shadow. She stood confused and unbalanced. None of it made any sense.

"Well...don't just stand there!" said the short man impatiently. "Sign on the dotted line!"

Elaine stared at the paper, written, in a language she could not understand, filled with symbols and weird shapes. The only thing she could make out was the dotted line below. It was some sort of contract.

"W-Who the fuck are you? What is this place?" Elaine felt a chill run down her spine. The short man began to laugh.

"You don't get it, do ya?" he said, pausing between hellacious laugher.

"There is no you, no me. There is no here, there, or anywhere. There is only..."

"HIM!"

Elaine shrieked in terror as the tall man opened his eyes. His red, bloodshot eyes. Open wide and staring directly at her. He grabbed her hand and slammed it on the table, picking up the knife and stabbing her right in the palm.

Elaine let out a shrill cry of pain as blood flowed freely. The man yanked the knife out and placed her bloody hand on the paper, leaving her imprint on the dotted line. Then she opened her eyes.

She found Pete sitting on top of her stomach, his fist inches from her face. She grabbed it and pushed him off her, scampering to her feet. Elaine shook her head, her body still stinging from pain. She looked down at her hand to see no blood or puncture. Was it just her imagination?

A fist to the side of her head quickly brought her back to reality, and she ducked under another one aimed at her head. Pete screamed as Elaine peppered his sides with hard fists before slamming a knee into his groin.

"W-what the fuck? H-how is this..." She shut him up with a punch that nearly broke his jaw. Pete collapsed and, Elaine jumped on top of him, letting out a war cry and pounding his face again and again, and again till it was reduced to a swollen bloody mess.

"Holy shit! Stop...Elly!" screamed Frankie as he rushed towards his friend.

"The hell?" said Bazzo and followed suit.

They pulled a screaming Elaine off Pete's unconscious, bloody body. But she wouldn't stop. Elaine kept screaming in rage as they pinned her down, her limbs lashing out.

It took all their strength to hold her down as her body contorted and twisted beneath them. Her shrill screams sent chills down their spine. She kept screaming till she passed out.
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