Deadmeat Chronicles: Closing Night at the Arena

>You are an entertainer.
>You give the people what they want.
>You started off tonight with a huge show, the crowd loved it.
>You, on the other hand, are beside yourself with rage.
>You are looking down on this little fucking asshole who is openly challenging you.
>This little fluffy unicorn, dark red maroonish faggot with the light green mane.
>He even has a horn that you put on him, the ungrateful bastard.
>The crowd is cheering and you haven’t taken him out of the arena yet.
>You haven’t even turned off the traps.
>A quick glance at the betting board tells you all you need to know.
>Half these mouth breathers bet for him to live, you lost a shit ton of money on that fight.
>You know better than to act on anger too, that makes it worse.
>Bad enough almost everyone bet on him to kill the hugger, this fucker is costing you money.
>But what to do with him? What to do….
>The fuck? What’s that noise?
>There is a commotion at the back of the audience.
>”Police! Everyone stay down. We are here to collect the fluffies!”
>What the shit is that? It isn’t illegal to fight fluffies, you can understand the other animals but the fluffies?
>A member of the audience jumps up, “Fuck off pig!”
>He runs up and punches one of the cops.
>Fuck my life! The mouth breathers weren’t even in trouble!
>”Officer down! Officer down! Send back up!”
>One of the police starts to spray mace in the man’s face, some flies into the audience.
>You decide you need to take control, “Ok guys, everyone calm down. Let the police do what they came for. I’ll refund all your admissions.”
>They either don’t hear or don’t give a fuck, pandemonium starts to break out.
>More police start to pour into the door bringing out their tonfas, tazers and batons.
>The audience members start to throw chairs.
>You watch as the police start to bash audience members in the head, some get huge bleeding gashes.
>You hear a popping noise, when you turn you see a cop tazing a man.
>While he is immobile another hits his face with a tonfa, teeth and blood pour from his mouth.
>You see a cop on the floor holding the inside of his leg, blood spurting between his fingers.
>”Asshole stabbed me! Fucking degenerate scum stabbed me!”
>You give a small giggle.
>”Whoa fuck me!”
>You turn and see some of the audience walking through the arena, a spike barely missed skewering one of them
>What the hell are they doing in there? How the hell did they get in there?
>Fuck! Looks like someone broke the sides-
>”AHHHHHHHH!!!”
>Pain shoots up through your left leg.
>You look down.
>That maroon motherfucker just stabbed your leg just above the ankle… with the horn you gave him… motherfuck!
>Someone broke the sides of the arena.
>The maroon asshole pulls back and looks at you.
>You try to kick but the pain in your ankle makes you fall.
>You sit up and get ready to punch him.
>Guess he realizes he can’t win and starts to run.
>You get up to chase, you look at the sorry sticks.
>You grab the ultimate sorry, the bat.
>You limp into the melee looking for him.
>You see him hiding between two chairs looking for an escape in all the fighting.
>You walk up behind him and push him with the bat.
>He turns and sees you, he jumps back and puffs his cheeks.
>”Just want you to see it coming shit bag.”
>You raise the bat.
>You feel a sharp pain in your back.
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>Your body spasms and locks up in pain.
>You drop the bat and fall on the floor.
>You just got fucking tazed.
>”lay down and put your hands-“
>Two audience members jump the cop making him drop his tazer.
>The maroon fluffy makes a break while you break the electric wires on your back.
>You get the bat back and start scanning.
>You know he isn’t far.
>You push your way past a couple of fights.
>Suddenly you get a huge pain in your back from getting hit.
>”Put the bat down and get on the floor!”
>The police are hitting you with batons.
>You lay down prone and put your hands on the back of your head.
>Seriously, do they think this is the first time you’ve been arrested?
>Well, he is a fluffy after all.
>Accident prone faggot is probably…
>You look at the door just in time to see a flash of maroon fluff with a light green tail disappear around its edge.
>The police are too concerned with the riot and arresting people.
>The crowd is too concerned with fighting to get out.
>No one gives a fuck about a lone feral fluffy running around.
>The maroon fluffy unicorn with the light green mane is running of into the night.
>Your rage filled screams of “FUCK!!!” echo after him.