By C2K, c2k@cwc.org.uk
This work of fiction contains scenes of extreme violence. If you are under age of consent for this subject matter in your country (18 years in the U.K.) or if this subject matter is forbidden in your country or if you are offended by this subject matter then please do not read any further.
All characters portrayed in this work of fiction are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, either living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All characters, scenes and plots contained in this work of fiction are taken from my imagination. Any similarity to other works is purely coincidental.
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. Anyway this is the version 2 of Red.
Previously this story was written under the name of Redriter. It is with great regret that I give up this name but it is my intention to write stories featuring characters other than Red. Therefore, I think it is best to resort to my 'true' form, C2K. Also, I will be reposting these stories in HTML format.
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 boots on her feet. Everyone one took
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
brute of a man 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!”
Her cockney accent was clearly out of place here. 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. She had broad shoulders leading down a leather top then
down to a well-defined 8-pack 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,” he 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 back 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 his 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 scrambled 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 bullsh*t 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 cheered.
“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 his groin. 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 a right palm strike to his nose and
followed through slamming his head back to the floor hard after her
palm 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 ability, 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 two 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]