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Grab Hold of the Edge; Pit Fight 2 - Zeit VS Ursa
Topic Started: Mar 18 2009, 05:00 PM (265 Views)
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Time of Day: Roughly 11 pm
Place in the Time-Line: February 25th (if this conflicts with anything, let me know)




"ARE YOU READY TO SUCK THE COCK OF INJUSTICE?!"

Yet again, they had all been brought to a single congregation for the amusement of the sick filth of humanity. Above them, sitting in the balconies, were those rich assholes who were paying to see depowered mutants fight eachother. Why? Those sick fucks got some sort of cruel amusement out of it. It didn't make any sense. Without mutantions, they were just humans. Just like them. Sick creatures pitted together in sick matches.

Sack was prowling the craptastic cage that was set up for the fight. All it was, was a ring with four corners and chain link fences held together by weak metal posts. A single door opened into the pit. Stalking the cage like an imprisioned animal (after all, that's what they all were), his footsteps caused the canvas matting to quiver. "LETS ALL HOLD THE BIG BALLS OF THE RICH AND SMARMY. GIVE IT A GOOD, JUICY SQUEEZE. PUMP OUT THE VIGOROUS INSULATION OF THEIR MONEY AND BLOOD-STAINED HANDS AND LET IT COVER YOU WITH ITS HOT, WARM, AND EXPENSIVE ESSENCE! TAKE A BREATH! GET READY! GRAB HOLD OF THE BASE AND SQUEEZE THAT JUICY INJUSTICE. YEAH! I BET YOU LIKE THAT!"

The crowd of prisoners wasn't exactly happy about any of this, but they all enjoyed seeing a good fight. The dark outlines of the visitors to CAGE looked down, still, only the brief shine of wine glasses visible whenever the arm moved it to their lips.

Again, that cold, lifeless voice said over an intercom the victims of today's trial: "Prisoner #12, Prisoner #36."

"YEAH! FUCKING MULTIPLES OF 6! STEP ON UP, BITCHES! YOU GET TODAY'S SALTY EXPLOSION!"
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