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Music to my fucking ears.
Once his pants were nothing but smithereens, I tagged the water hose and blasted it on his body to stop the flames.
He had passed out.
Well... I got something that will wake your ass up.
I tagged the impact, moved to his little dick, thankful the impact already had something attached to the head of it.
Then I proceeded to insert the head of the impact into the entrance to his dick and pressed the button.
Yeah boy.
His scream?
I’d say that woke him right the fuck up.
***
Everyone walked in then and eyed my handiwork.
I grinned.
Didn’t matter that I was covered in blood.
Didn’t matter that I probably had bits and pieces of him on my body.
Another piece of shit was gone from this world.
***
I popped my knuckles as I got ready and warmed up.
Tonight was fight night.
We did this every couple of months with a few neighboring MCs.
We were able to let off some steam.
And when my name was called to fight against Wrath MC, Alabama chapter’s very own SAA, Thrash, I smirked.
He winked.
And then... we went at it.
Fucker had me in a headlock that I got out of, then I had him in an armbar that he got out of, and when we started to just swing fists, both of us were still standing, bruised and bloody; it was called a draw.
He lifted his chin, and I did the same.
Rematch. Definitely.
Cross was called out, he was warming up in the make-shift ring we had set up... and when they said his opponent was Grimm... he vaulted out of the ring, shaking his head.
Grimm simply smirked.
Havoc had nothing on Kettle.
Sure, he gave it his all, but Kettle wiped the floor with him.
