Wednesday, May 13, 2020

BH 901


Suddenly the terror of being beaten to death by the blonde juggernaut overtakes you.

“NO I DON’T WANT TO FIGHT!”  You cry out before turning around and running as fast as you can.  You piss your fighting panties as you clamber through the ropes.  You hear the packed arena full of women laughing, booing and hissing as you sprint down the aisle.   You take one look back with teary eyes and see Ishmael embracing Beth in the middle of the ring.  He turns to look at you and shakes his head with embarrassment for you before he and the blonde hussy begin to make out passionately to the cheers of the crowd.




You’ve escaped the arena with your life, but the shame is unbearable.  You go home and drown your sorrows with wine.

In the coming days you are bombarded with jeers everywhere you go.  Nobody has any interest in fighting you.  Even the Outer City venues aren’t interested in letting you fight. 


A week after the death match you pack up your belongings and leave the city forever. Luckily you have accumulated enough wealth during you otherwise illustrious fighting career to live out the rest of your days comfortably.  You imagine yourself finding some deserted island to live on, where you won’t have to face the humiliation of having run away from what could have very well been your greatest triumph. 

Eventually the shame and regret overcome you, and within ten years you have drank yourself to death. It would have been better to die at Beth's hands than live out the rest of your days in such a miserable fashion. 


THE END


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