Red
By RedRiter redriter@2die4.com
The Python's Lair, The Cage and a new champion.
 

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Note1:
This work of fiction contains scenes of extreme violence. If you are 
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further.

Note2:
All characters portrayed in this work of fiction are fictitious. Any 
similarity to actual persons, either living or dead, is purely 
coincidental.

Note3:
All characters, scenes and plots contained in this work of fiction are 
taken from my imagination. Any similarity to other works is purely 
coincidental.

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Foreword:

This story is a corrected version of Red. With the exception of one 
change, all other changes are syntactical corrections. One of the most 
common is me mixing up the words 'he' and 'she'. I am not a person with 
a lot of spare time on my hands and I tend to write late at night when 
I should be in bed. As you can imagine, this sometimes leads to errors. 
Also, I am not a fast writer and an even slower typist. From reading 
stories myself, I know the anticipation I feel for one of my favourite 
author's next stories. For this reason, when this story was eventually 
finished, I was so eager to post it, I didn't proof read it. (I therefore 
am looking for someone who would proof read my stories.) Anyway this is 
the version 2 of Red.

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All eyes turned to her as she entered the club. Yes, if anyone had the 
ability to turn heads, it was this woman. About 5'9", she looked like a 
biker girl, actually more like the most striking biker girl ever. She 
was dressed in usual gear with a black leather jacket and leather 
trousers finished with black biker boots on her feet. Everyone one 
special notice that on the out-facing sides of her trouser legs were 
large red flames tapering to yellow ends. And on the back of her jacket 
was a white skull with similar flames coming out the sides. This was 
topped by dark red/auburn hair swept back but with a fringe at the 
front. A thin red fabric band was tied round her head that tied round 
her hair at the back forming a short ponytail and the two loose ends if 
her bandana hung down with her ponytail. With long graceful strides she 
walked up to bar. Ordering a mineral water, she turned and made her way 
to the table. About five minutes later, a man with a sharp black dinner 
suit entered and sat at the same table as hers. She smiled sweetly and 
the two talked.
Incidentally, the club was called The Python's Lair and was owned by a 
very secretive figure called The Python. There was a man the regulars 
called the man in white or the fight manager. He was in charge of the 
fights. Some suspected he was The Python himself. Apparently The Python 
once ran a bar here but was too troubled by bar fights so he decided to 
make this a fight club and initially the contenders were made up of bar 
brawlers then more serious fighters came to participate. The fights 
were brutal with some ending in the death of one fighter or leaving one 
seriously injured. Tonight, the main attraction had arrived: a large 
gorilla that was an escaped murderer now lived his life in the club. A 
number of months ago, he had satisfied his desire by fighting to the 
death in The Cage but for some considerable time now, no one had 
stepped forward to challenge him. The Python was now putting up 
£50000, the largest purse offered to date to anyone who could defeat 
him. It was time again when he offered challengers with an evil look on 
his face.
"I'm still not sure that you're up to this job," the guy stated.
"I'll give you a demonstration," the woman replied. 
Before he could respond she shot up and said, "I'll take you on, 
FATTY!"
All eyes turned onto her once again, many remembering her from when she 
entered the club. She took off her jacket then bent down to take off 
her boots and socks and made her way to The Cage. It was now clear to 
everyone that she was not short on the physical presence or the tattoo 
department. She had broad shoulders leading down a leather top then 
down to a well-defined 8-pac stomach. Her straps on her top crossed 
each other forming a diamond shape then crossed on her back forming a 
cross. And on her back she had the same flaming skull tattoo that was 
on her jacket. Her arms were well muscled and powerful looking and must 
have measured sixteen inches round and some noticed that on her right 
arm up near her shoulder she had a small skull tattoo and below that 
were three entwined barbed wires. Others noticed that on her left arm 
she had a yin-yang near her shoulder and four Oriental symbols arranged 
in a square below that. She certainly looked the part but most people 
pitied her for whatever ever reason caused this madness on her part. 
The Cage itself was a square box with no roof made of clear Perspex. 
There was only one door next to where the fight manager sat. About one 
foot inside was the real cage. The walls were made of thick bungee rope 
in a lattice formation each square a few inches in size. At the four 
corners were padded posts. There were no submissions for these fights. 
The winner was decided when one person could climb over the side and 
wait for the fight manager to open the outer door. He would only do 
this if the person still in The Cage was still unable to respond. The 
more brutal the winner had been, the more money would be paid. Anyway 
the Gorilla Killa (as he was known) was already in The Cage waiting. 
The woman seemed to be arguing with the fight manager. He obviously 
didn't want her to fight her adversary. Nevertheless, he opened the 
door, she told the announcer her name was Red and she walked in. She 
climbed over the wall and faced her opponent. She smiled sweetly at him 
as the announcer spoke.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, "Tonight we as you can see we have a 
challenger for The Gorrrriiiiiillllaaaaa Killlllllllllaaaaaa!"
"Sheesh", thought Red, "Gimme a break!"
"And his opponent tonight, the lov-ie-lie Red," she said abruptly.
"HEY!" Red shouted, "Why don't I get a big intro too?"
"I'll give you an intro sweetie," the Gorilla Killa sneered.
It wasn't until now that Red had taken a good look at her next target. 
He was over six feet, had long dirty black hair and a big beard to 
match. He was covered in thick black body hair and stood there in a 
pair of black pants. Red wondered how he managed to win fights; he 
looked decidedly out of shape. She made a point there and then of not 
fighting him. 
Red approached him and grabbed the bad of his head then pressed her 
lips deep into his beard and gave him a passionate kiss. She then held 
his chin in her right hand and the back of his head in her left and she 
turned his head round pressing her body to his and kissing him more 
passionately. The bell rang. Instantaneously, red back off slightly, 
let out a yell and put all her body into twisting his head further 
round sharply. A noticeable *CRACK* was heard and his body stiffened 
then went limp as she broke his neck. Red walked round the ring flexing 
her arms as the crowd booed profusely. Red merely climbed over the wall 
and waited at the door. The fight manager glared at her but she just 
mouthed a kiss to him and sat back down at her table.
"Hey you tricked him," said the man in the black dinner suit.
"Not tricked," Red answered him, "Used my initiative."
"I'll do to any lengths to complete my job," she added.
"So can you fight?" he asked.
"Well if you want another demonstration," Red sighed with a smile.
She walked up to the fight manager and had a word with him.
He nodded his head and spoke to the announcer as Red made her way into 
The Cage again. By this time the staff had cleared the body of her 
previous victim away.
The announcer began, "Ladies and gentlemen, if there is anyone willing 
to take on Red, please step forward now."
Very little time passed until a largish oriental man came forward. He 
looked about thirty and was obviously very fit with his body covered in 
sinewy muscle. He took off his top clothes and his socks and shoes and 
went to step into the cage. He must have been in his late thirties but 
was obvious that he worked out. He had cropped black hair and was 
wearing expensive looking black trousers. He made his way to meet Red 
in the ring and it was clear then that he was about an inch taller. Red 
stepped forward girlishly with her lips ready to kiss him and he 
stepped back let out a yell and crouches low arms spread out. Red 
instantly recognised his stance and smiles adopting a similar stance 
herself. They both waited for the bell. Hearing it ring, both 
combatants edged closer to one another. The oriental man threw the 
first strikes to palm strikes to her chest. Red blocked the first and 
parried the second with her forearm. Red kicked a short kick from her 
position to the man's stomach but his hard abs absorbed most of the 
blow. This exchange of hits went on for some seven or eight minutes 
most of the hits being blocked or parried. The hits that did make it 
through seemed to have little effect. The fighters each took a step 
back and looked at one another. 
"Is that the best you can do?" Red mocked.
The oriental man looked at Red with a look of contempt and, without 
saying a word, resumed his stance and advanced on Red throwing a series 
of strikes. Red assumed a more familiar kickboxing stance and blocked a 
few of his strikes but avoided most of them by a variety of means. 
After a few minutes of this, her opponent was clearly getting 
frustrated. He jumped into a jump front kick, which Red just leaned 
back to avoid then snapped her right left leg up in a leg jab to his 
right cheek. He stumbled to the left slightly but Red didn't follow up 
her advantage. Instead she just held her ground bouncing on the balls 
of her feet confidently and allowed him to regain his composure. He did 
so and this time assumed a kickboxing stance similar to hers but with 
his fists higher. He took steps towards her and threw a left jab at her 
face. Red simply leant back, snagging his wrist with her right hand and 
as he followed up with a right cross, she caught his wrist with her 
left hand. Before he could counter, took a step back, jerking his 
wrists back hard. He was pulled off balance and stumbled a step towards 
her. Red quickly stepped in again and whipped her head forward to head 
butt him to his nose. She released him as a crack was heard and before 
he could react, she had delivered a left jab to his chin that snapped 
his head back then hooked her right fist in a short hook to his left 
cheek and followed that up with a quick left elbow strike to his right 
cheek and finally snapped the heel of her right hand in a palm strike 
to his already broken nose. His head snapped back sharply and he took a 
step back. He looked disoriented and his legs looked wobbly. Red, too, 
took a step back and lowered her guard looking at his form. 
"I think I can finish you any time I want," observed Red.
The oriental man nodded.
"However this fight may be over but the match isn't," Red informed him, 
"I have a prospective employer in the audience and I must injure you 
badly to demonstrate what I am capable of."
The oriental man nodded again. He was a proud man and would not run; 
though he doubted even in his peak shape he could outrun this lethal 
panther. However, he was also an honest man and he now realised that he 
didn't stand a chance against Red. However his honour would keep him 
here even if it meant his demise. He resumed his stance and took a step 
towards Red. She stood with her hands on her hips and tensed her hard 
stomach making her 8-pack abs really pop out. 
"Go on," she said as she motioned to her stomach, "take your best 
shot."
The oriental man grunted, twisted is body to the right then stepped up, 
twisted his body sharply to the left and threw all his weight in a 
straight punch to her stomach. He drew his fist back sharply holding 
his right hand in his left. Red's legs clearly took the strain of the 
large force behind his punch but his fist had just connected with her 
powerful abs with a loud smack. She continued to smile.
"Do you wanna try that again?" she asked with a mocking grin.
The oriental man's lips curled out slightly and he stood up in a rage. 
Her cocky attitude was really getting to irritate him. He turned so his 
right side was facing her slightly and stood with her right leg 
forward. He then placed his right foot slowly against her stomach in a 
slow sidekick motion finishing with his heel pressing against her abs. 
He took a step back and hopped bringing his left foot to meet his right 
then kicking his right leg out and up in a jumping sidekick. Except 
this time he aimed higher at her chest. She realised as soon as his 
foot left the ground he had changed targets and grabbed his foot with 
both hands her powerful arms resisting his momentum and stopping his 
foot dead. Red gave his foot a little jerk to her and released his foot 
and as he fell towards her she kicked her left leg up and turned 
slightly to her left driving her left sole into his stomach knocking 
him off his feet. He landed on his ass and quickly scrambles to his 
feet doubled slightly and holding his stomach. Red waved her finger at 
him.
"That's cheating." She chastised him.
"In the way of the warrior," he mumbled, "there is no set of rules."
"Cut the bullshit and lets have another shot," she ordered him.
"Oh, and by the way," she added, "better make it good or I'll break 
something."
The oriental man lowered his head and ran at Red. She just tensed her 
body and let her stomach take his head. He was stopped dead in his 
tracks. He pushed his hands to her hips too and tried to force her back 
but it was no use. Whereas he had powerful legs and his leg muscles 
were bulging by now, in his weakened state, he was no match for her leg 
power and she easily prevented him from advancing. He pushed for a few 
seconds. But realised it is no use. 
"Aw! Too bad!" she teased him.
Red waited till she felt his effort weaken then quickly raised her left 
knee to his ribcage winding him. She then stepped back sharply and let 
him drop to the floor. Red moved to his left side and bent down picking 
up his left arm to force him to roll on his right side then knelt down 
so her right knee rested on the side of his head and her left knee 
rested on his side. She placed his wrist under her right armpit and 
reached across with her left arm and wrapped her hand round his elbow 
grabbing the back of his elbow. She then wrapped her right arm round 
the back of his arm crossing the back of his elbow and gripping her 
left wrist with her right hand. 
"I said I would break something," Red warned him.
Without another word, Red jerked her forearms forward and a crack was 
heard as she snapped his elbow. 
The oriental man groaned as the crowd booed her.
"Mmm, that was nice," Red mused.
She continued, "Let's try another one."
Red let his arm drop down and she leaned over so it was bent this time 
and trapped between her right forearm and her chest. She changed the 
grip of her left hand to behind his tricep and now leaned back. The 
oriental man started to make louder groans until another crack was 
heard as she dislocated his shoulder. Red released him and steps back. 
She turned to the crowd and struck a double bicep pose as they booed 
her louder now. Red turned back to face the oriental man. He had now 
got to one knee and was making his way to his feet. His left arm hung 
at his side. He assumed a makeshift-fighting stance.
"Let's do it bitch," he said through clenched teeth.
Red smiled and advanced on him. As soon as she was in range, she 
unleashed a round kick with her right foot that snagged him on his 
broken elbow. For the first time in the match, the oriental man let out 
a slight yell. Red repeated the move but this time brought her leg back 
and kicked her foot up to his cheek. She followed through then brought 
her sole back through in a hook kick motion. His head was slapped to 
one side then the other violently and in rapid succession as Red 
brought her knee up to her chest and hammered a side kick to his chest. 
A crack was heard as the sole of her heel broke one of his ribs. He 
stumbled back against the wall and sank to his knees. Red raised her 
left leg and placed her toes up under the man's chin, forcing his head 
back. 
"Had enough?" Red taunted him.
He nodded his head and Red laughed. She quickly dropped her foot 
slightly then kicked her leg to the left then to the right, drawing the 
inside of her foot across his right cheek causing it to fracture as a 
result of her out-in crescent kick. He fell violently to his left side 
there. Meanwhile, without dropping her leg, she raised her left leg up 
in a sidekick motion but till her leg was perpendicular. She held this 
for about 30 seconds then jumped up with her right leg and, while she 
dropped her left leg, spun to her right kicking her right leg up so at 
the peak of her jump, facing away from the oriental man, her leg was 
pressed up against her chest. She landed on both feet facing her 
victim. He started to get to his knees but looked groggy. He suddenly 
threw up an uppercut between her legs with his right fist. Red closed 
her legs stopping his fist just inches from her crotch. She tensed her 
thighs, squeezing his fist. Red pushed up on her toes and bared her 
teeth as she squeezed more.
"You know you shouldn't have done that," she advised him.
His face became a picture of pain as she squeezed tighter. She leant 
forward pulling herself up on the cage and locked her ankles. His 
facial pain increased and he started to pant through clenched teeth as 
her legs started to crush the bones in his fist. A crack was heard 
followed by a continuous series of cracks as her powerful thighs 
crushed his fist. She released his fist and stepped back. He perched on 
his knees open-mouthed trying to open his fist revealing a very 
twisted, broken hand. He stood up slowly, looking beaten. Without 
warning, Red plunged an under hook right punch to his ribcage. His 
whole body jerked up and he gasped for air. He went to double over but 
she cupped her left hand under his chin. Red punched him again and a 
crack was heard as she broke a rib. She followed this up twice and on 
each of these punches he coughed up blood. When she released him, he 
sank to the ground clutching his stomach and coughing up blood. Red 
dropped and span on her left toes kicking out a spinning back sweep to 
his wrist and he fell onto his face. Meanwhile, Red leaned back on her 
shoulders and sprang to her feet. Red moved and stood over his lower 
back, lowering her body down to his back. She pulled his right forearm 
back and slid her right arm round his forearm so his forearm was 
trapped in the pit of her elbow as she locked on a half chickenwing. 
She anchored her left hand on the ground then, using it to push up, 
jerked her right arm up hard and a crack was heard as she dislocated 
his shoulder. He let out a scream then another one as she jerked his 
arm up further, making sure his shoulder really had been twisted out of 
place. She pushed up on her legs slightly lifting his shoulder more 
causing more tearing noises to be heard as she ripped his ligaments 
apart. As she pulled his arm up by his right shoulder she forced him 
over on his left side then released him and rolled him to his back. Red 
sat down to the right side of his head with her legs parallel to the 
side of his body and lifted his right arm. She bent his arm over 
placing her left wrist in the pit of his elbow and laid her left leg 
over his wrist then finally raised his arm resting his elbow on her 
other leg. Red then pressed down on his wrist with her left leg. The 
pain was etched on the face of the oriental man and he yelled out. Red 
applied more pressure with her leg until a series of cracks happened as 
she tore his elbow apart. Red smiled and stood up. Red moved to his 
head and dropped to one knee. She raised him by his head and propped up 
his upper back with her knee. Red under hooked his arms with hers and 
pushed herself to her feet raising him to his feet tearing his 
shoulders more. The oriental man bared his teeth and winced more as his 
shoulders crackled. When they were both on their feet, Red quickly head 
butted her opponent on the back of his neck. Bending forward, she let 
him drop to his knees, though she was pulling his arms straight back 
now and this kept his body upright. Red raised her left leg and 
squeezed her leg between them so her knee was high on his back. Red 
gave another tug on his arms and he yelled out, she pushed forward 
forcing him face first to the canvas, driving her knee to his back.
"Aaaaaaargh!" he yelled.
Red teased him, "Aw, did that hurt?"
She continued, "Does this?"
Red lifted her legs over his and pressed her feet between his shins 
forcing her legs between his. She then forced her legs under his and 
locked them round his. She then spread his legs in a reverse grapevine. 
She flexed her legs, retracting her lower legs so they now pulled up on 
the back of his lower thighs. Pulling slightly more, Red tore his 
groin.
"Beg me to stop, you pathetic worm" Red insulted him.
"Aaaaaaargh!" he screamed, "Never, I will not disgrace my honour 
further."
"You will," Red assured him.
With ease, Red pulled his legs, as rips were aplenty as she tore his 
pelvic muscles apart.
"Aaaaaaargh!" he cried again," please enough!"
Red smiled and jerked her legs back one more stage. Together, both his 
legs popped out of his hips.
He screamed, "Please! Please just finish me! Please! I beg you!"
Red giggled girlishly and jerked his legs apart further. Now the 
oriental man was seeing how powerful Red's legs were as, despite his 
best struggles, he had not been able to prevent her splitting and 
dislocating his legs. She hadn't even broken a sweat! Red jerked her 
legs up more until his legs were almost perpendicular with his body. 
She then disentangled her limbs from his and stood up. She walked round 
his body one and a half times, laughing contemptuously. She bent down 
and grabbed his sides just under his arms and hauled him to his feet. 
She turned him to face him and say that his eyes were filled with 
water. Red laughed hard when she saw this. She resumed her original 
position (holding him from behind). 
She proclaimed, "Look at the mighty warrior now!"
Red laughed loudly and mockingly. She forced him forward sharply and 
forced him against the cage. She turned him round so his back was to 
the cage. She reached up and forced his left arm through one gap and 
pulled his arm back through a few gaps along. She repeated this with 
his left arm. His arms were now holding him up. Red backed off and 
looked at him smiling. She bounced on her toes and launched her legs 
into a blistering attack of spinning kicks, side kicks, round kicks, 
hook kicks and crescent kicks. Each kick was accompanied by the sound 
of bone breaking as for more than thirty kicks, her feet smashed into 
his head, knocking it this way and that and spaying blood everywhere. 
When she finished, her feet were covered in blood and his face was 
unrecognisable. She reached up and untangled his arms and he collapsed 
in hers, out cold. She took his weight and clenched her right fist with 
her middle knuckle raised and worked his left temple with it. The pain 
awoken him and she let him drop slightly placing her left hand under 
his torso and cupped her right over his back so she supported him in a 
doubled over position. She raised her right leg bending her foot back 
so as to stretch and tighten her quads then quickly raised her thigh to 
his ribcage three times. First to the centre then the bottom of his 
ribcage and finishing at the top near his neck. A crackling sound 
accompanied each time her thigh crashed across his chest. She released 
him and his body slumped to the ground, blood splattering outwards from 
his smashed face. Red stepped over him to his left side and sat down 
next to his left leg. She lifted her left leg and slid her right leg 
under so her legs were in a figure four position with her right ankle 
on the back of his knee. She grabbed his ankle with her left hand and 
his toes with her right and pulled his lower leg up and back. Then she 
swung her left leg over her shin leaning slightly to her right, setting 
up a fulcrum single toed leg lock. She quickly twisted her hands and 
his ankle broke with a crack. Her victim gasped as without pausing, she 
executed her next manoeuvre. With a combined pull with her hand on his 
ankle and her leg over her shin leaning more to the side, she yanked 
back his leg hard. A crunching noise was heard as she ripped his knee 
apart. The oriental man yelled out a scream then went silent. Red stood 
up this time taking his right leg up with her. She held his leg up and 
wrapped her right arm round his ankle so his ankle was trapped in her 
armpit. She quickly jerked back and his ankle broke with a crack. Red 
maintained this hold on his ankle and brought her right knee round to 
slam to the outside of his knee. His leg buckled outwards to the side 
as she broke his knee. She repeated a similar motion with her left knee 
to the inside of his knee that caused his knee to buckle inwards to the 
side following another crack. The oriental man mumbled some 
incomprehensible words. Red laughed and returning to her previous hold 
of grabbing his ankle with both her hands. She sat down then laid back 
while holding his ankle. Red stretched out his leg and crossed her 
ankles over his back positioning her torso beneath his knee. She 
quickly pressed her hips up snapping his knee with another crack. Red 
releases his leg and got to one knee. She moved to his right side, 
reached across his body and pulled him back to his back. She scooped 
one arm under his neck and the other under his lower back and lifted 
him off the ground. Holding him to her chest she used her immense leg 
power to lift him up then her big arms lifted him right above her head. 
She turned full circle then let him go as she quickly change her grip 
to two open handed grips on his neck and torso as he fell. At the same 
time, she dropped to one knee and pulls the middle of his back over her 
outstretched thigh. A loud crack was heard as she broke his back. Red 
relaxed her arms then pushed hard again. With another crack, she 
separated his spine in two. She stood up letting him drop to the floor 
face first. Red raised her right leg vertically above her head then 
slammed her leg down in an axe kick. Her heel smashed right through his 
spine, between his shoulder blades. 
Red spoke to him, "You are a truly pathetic specimen."
She continued, "I could kill you but you do not deserve that. Instead 
you can spend the rest of your useless life considering this night." 
Red left him and climbed over the cage and banged on the outside door. 
The fight manager opened it and Red stepped out. The announcer stood 
up.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" he began, "You have your winner - RED!!!!"
Grabbing his microphone, Red jumped up on a table.
She shouted, "As you will all know by now, my name is Red. And I am your 
club's new champion so I will be open for challenges anytime I'm here."
Some guy from a nearby table ran over grabbing the end and shook it 
trying to unstable Red. She smiled and did a jump split over his head. 
Landing on the other side of him, she kicked her right leg back in a 
scorpion kick between his legs catching is balls. He groaned and fell 
to his knees leaning over the table. Red lifted him by his hair back to 
his feet. She pulled him back past her and as he passed her, she threw 
her left arm in a back elbow strike right between his eyes. He 
collapsed to the ground. A girl stood up and made her way to Red. 
She shouted, "Hey! Leave him al..."
Red kicking a right roundhouse kick to her jaw, following through and 
finishing facing her cut off her words. At least where she would have 
been. When she struck her jaw, Red kick knocked her head to the side so 
hard that she snapped her neck. Her feet left the ground as he flew to 
the side landing on her side, her head lying at an unnatural angle. The 
man got to his senses just to see his wife lying on the ground. 
"Macy!!!!! No!!!!!!" he shouted.
"Yes," Red said with a smile.
He went to get up but Red slammed her right fist right to his nose and 
followed through slamming his head back to the floor hard after her 
fist flattened his nose into his face with a loud crunch. Red quickly 
straddled his chest and knocked his head from side to side with a right 
punch then a left spraying blood from his crushed nose to one side then 
the other. He groaned and reached up with her right hand.
"No you don't," she informed him.
Red grabbed his wrist and fell to her side quickly scissoring his arm 
with her legs and pushes her torso up hard, snapping his elbow with a 
crack. While he was busy yelling, she noticed two bouncers heading her 
way. She quickly dismounted him, moved to his head and lifted him up, 
quickly locking on a sleeper. 
She spoke softly in his ear, "Isn't this boring?"
With a sharp twist of her arms she snapped his neck with a crack.
"Better," she said reassuringly.
She moved away from him letting him drop.
"Leave her," a voice from the back said.
The two bouncers backed off and she saw a man in a very expensive 
looking ivory suit. Red sat back at her table.
After a brief silence, people went back to their drinks and the fight 
manager announced the next fight.
"Was it really necessary to kill those two," her associate asked, 
concerned.
"Necessary, no," Red answered, "satisfying, yes."
She continued, "Anyway now you have seen my capabilities, how can I 
help you?"
"Well, it's a little difficult," he began.
"Try," she encouraged him.
"You see, Miss Red, I have always tried to run my company in a moral 
and honest way. But now the global company Transjection has is not only 
putting me out of business but is now spreading lies about my moral 
integrity," he explained.
"I see," Red said.
She bent down, put her socks and boots back on.
"Okay, well first thing is to be less formal, you can just call me 
Red," she began, "and for five hundred thousand dollars, I will make 
sure that your reputation is restored and you have no more bother from 
Transjection."
His face went a shade of white.
"That is a lot," he proclaimed.
"Well your getting the best," Red informed him, "but think it over."
They finished their drinks and left.
Outside the club and just down the street, two muggers cornered them. 
The first one brought out a knife and said to the man, "Gimme money."
The second brandished a knife at red's chest. 
"Not today," said Red.
She grabbed her assailant's wrist with both her hands, turning to her 
right and kicking her right leg up in a front snap kick to the first 
mugger's wrist. He dropped his knife as he let out a yell. She turned 
to her assailant again who just couldn't move her grip. She leaned in 
towards him and brought her right knee up under his ribcage. She broke 
his lower rib with a crack. As he yelled out she silenced him by 
releasing his hands and throwing a weak looking left hook to his jaw. 
However, the loud crack signalled his jaw was broken and he fell to the 
side out cold and his jaw hanging wrong. As the first mugger turned to 
face her, she spun to her right to face him while raising her right leg 
to the left and slapped her sole back through his right cheek in a hook 
kick. As he span to his left she brought her leg back and kicked out a 
round kick to his stomach that doubled him over, coughing and wheezing. 
She then threw a hammerfist to the base of his skull. Dropping him to 
the ground, out cold.
"Don't worry," she reassured her client, "he's only out cold."
"And how much for that?" he asked her.
"Oh, that's nothing. Just looking after a prospective client," she 
said.
She added, "Well, nothing in money."
Red forced him into a nearby close.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked.
"Relax," she assured him, "just let me do the talking."
"B-b-but I have a wife and two children," he protested.
"So?" she joked, "If she becomes a problem, I'll kill her."
Red presses her finger over his lips.
"Shhhh," she said softly.
She removed her jacket then undid her top letting it fall to the 
ground.
She pulled his jacket off and ripped his shirt open.
"Better enjoy this," she said as she unfastened his trousers, "cos I'm 
gonna."

[END]