|THE DOG FIGHTER (standard:horror, 4954 words)|
|Author: Mason Hung||Added: Feb 26 2008||Views/Reads: 1554/1001||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's about an animal abuser who ends up trading places with the animals he abused.In the end he becomes a major advocate for animal rights.|
The Dog Fighter Written By Mason Hung It was a cold, nasty December night in Montgomery, Alabama, and a depressing rainfall had been pouring down, non stop for the last thirteen hours. Most folks were inside of their warm toasty homes reading a good book, watching television or writing out a collage of victim-theme poetry as they waited out the withering storm. While others help pass the time sipping a warm, delicious cup of coca along with a fresh baked oatmeal cookie as they snuggled together under one of great grandma's legendary handmade quilts. Who knows? The point is that they were inside of their homes doing something constructive with their down time. Meanwhile, somewhere in the woods out behind Johnson's Catfish Farm, a grueling fight to the death was taking place. This was not a sanctioned match by The National Boxing Association or an underground bare knuckle fight between two fat out of shape hillbillies. ESPN was definitely not on the scene for the event. This bloody war was between man's four legged best friends. Two extremely game pit bull terriers were tearing each other into pieces in front of a large rowdy crowd. Mike Simmons watched in satisfaction as his dog literally ripped the other dog's lower jaw completely out of its mouth. His torn up body collapsed on the muddy forest floor as he cried out in agony for someone to rescue him from the excruciating pain. That poor dog held on to its life just long enough for its owner to casually walk over and put a bullet thru its head. Mike didn't blink an eye. Because he knew if the shoe were on the other foot, and it was his dog that lost, he would've done the exact same thing. This kind of brutality comes along with the territory. It's the nature of the business. As well as collecting on the prize for owning the winning dog. But there weren't any AKC trophy's or Pedigree treats for this grand champion. The prize for this particular fight was five thousand dollars in cold hard cash. The guy handed Mike an envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills. “Here you go Mikey. You earned it.” “Thanks a lot bro. I'm sorry you had to put your dog down. He was a warrior to the end.” “Don't worry about it. You win some, you lose some. Either way, it sure feels good watching them kill each other.” Both men began laughing. Then they shook hands as a sign of good sportsmanship before going their separate ways. Yeah, I know that this is a dog eat dog world, where everything is centered around the all mighty dollar. Sometime people do horrible things to have the extras in life. That's just the way it is. But this is a Mason Hung tale and within these pages everybody is held accountable for their sins. So pay close attention to the details or you just might end up lost as we travel recklessly down this highway of insane vigilantly K-9 justice. (Woof ! Woof !) Instead of going home to stash his money, Mike decided to treat himself to a few stiff drinks at Igor's Bar And Grill. Igor's was a nice little cozy bar where a lot of dog fighters frequented regularly. After being congratulated by a few of his peers on his big win, he picked up a drink from the bar and purposely sat at his usual table by the window. The rain was coming down hard outside. He worried about his dog, that was taken home from the fight by a friend of his, who was well schooled in the profitable art of patching up battle wounded fighters. Mike had invested thousands of dollars into his four legged killing machine and wanted to make sure that nothing was seriously wrong with him. Just as he was about to finish up his drink, two dangerously beautiful women walked over to his table. “Hi, I hope we're not interrupting you from anything important.” “No, not at all.” “Well I'm Kandy and this is my friend Trixie. We recognized you from the fight earlier and were wondering if you wanted to have a drink or whatever?” Wow! He couldn't believe that these hot girls were actually interested in him. It had to be his prize money that attracted them, but he didn't care. Because they were way better looking than any female he'd ever been with. Add in the fact that they smelled like a delightful combination of fancy coconut soap water and expensive perfume, it was safe to believe that this country boy was ready for a love connection. “Of course. I'd be honored to have a drink with you ladies. I'm Mike but all of my friends call me Mikey.” Click here to read the rest of this story (384 more lines)
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