Merry Christmas, Prepare To Die
Your opponent rushes out at you and you send out a blind fist. It connects with the man's testicles and he falls to the ground, wincing in pain!
"You- you little shit!" he exclaims, "I'll fuckin' kill you!"
You don't give him the chance. You deliver another swift kick to his balls. And then another. Finally you grab a nearby loose table leg and clock him in the face. He goes down in a pool of his own blood.
The crowd is silent for a moment before finally erupting in a cheer. A few of the men pat you on the back and raise your arm in victory.
The bulbous man from before smiles and walks towards you, clapping his hands.
"Great job, kid!" he laughs, "ain't no kid never won here before! I can see you goin' places! How'd you like to stick here with me?
« Go Back "You- you little shit!" he exclaims, "I'll fuckin' kill you!"
You don't give him the chance. You deliver another swift kick to his balls. And then another. Finally you grab a nearby loose table leg and clock him in the face. He goes down in a pool of his own blood.
The crowd is silent for a moment before finally erupting in a cheer. A few of the men pat you on the back and raise your arm in victory.
The bulbous man from before smiles and walks towards you, clapping his hands.
"Great job, kid!" he laughs, "ain't no kid never won here before! I can see you goin' places! How'd you like to stick here with me?