Random Prompt Ideas.

Getting what's mine.

(Takes place in an dystopia; illegal fight club)

The muffled cries and shouts of wild savage people and dirt - covered children ranged by the ears of a dazed woman.

She was in a fenced planked circle, geased in spit, sweat and blood from previous fights. It was splintered and cracked with age and the adrenaline filled crowd pushing it down didn't help. In with the badly beaten woman, on her knees gaining her sences, was a buff ape muscle-tight man.

Several time her size, thick neck, log-like arms, legs that could stomp a crater in, shiny bald head and white pools for eyes. One his person were snaked sized veins, his skin was nearing to rip at the nerves, the giant a a was bare chested with cargo pants and stone hard boots. Tha beast like fighter paces back and forth with impatients as he snarls at his opponent, who struggles to get on her feet. The woman, who challenged him, stands 5'7 , while her adversary pillers over her a good and even 7 ft. She dons tight bandages over her breasts and face, only exposing the eyes, and armor like pants. Bruises grow all over her body in bright purple and blue, while her challanger is taunting the woman for more.

Paying no attention to cheers and swears of the audience, she gets up, clutching her legs and then raises her fist in a pathetic defense stance. The man gives a hearty laugh and smirks at her petty attempt. There were many flaws to her defense, the footing, how high her elbows should be and her state to fight in was just a few.

Her shoulders shake violently as they heaved up and down to match her ragged breathing.

"COM' ON PIPSQUEAK, DAT ALL YEW GOT?!" She shouts, enlightening the crowds roars of cheers.

Angering her opponent, the giant man charges at the woman with a ready fist. He practically dislocates his challengers spine as the fist nearly punches though the feeble body. Repeating this several times, followed by a knee to the stomach and another swift kick to the ribs. But it wasn't enough to pull the woman down, so grabbing her by the head and throwing her body around like a ragdoll across the ring, she smashes into the slimy fence and face plants into the unnatural red brown dirt.

The bruises darken even more.

Deciding to end it, the humongous adversary stomps his way over to his opponent, to snap her neck. Before he could as so much as reach for the puny bones that supported the throat, the woman that was recovering from the beating, strikes at him. Surprising him for a second, but only a half of it was needed.

He looks up, revealing to the crowd three clean gashes on his forehead, two on the bridge of his nose, the kind that don't stop bleeding.

Now matter how much the giant man wipes away, his vision was blinded with his own red. And the woman smiled wickedly, wiping her nose with her thumb, sniffing up mucus. She straightens her spine, producing disarranged cracks the bones popping back into place, snorted and spits out a bloody loogie to the side. The man looks up, squinting a red stained eye at his counter part, a returning glance with an obnoxious glint in hers.

Then she stampede towards him.

The woman socked an uppercut, impressing the crowd by the amount of strength she had, followed by a hard blow bruising the temple. He staggers to the left, still dazed by his own blood and rub his eye sockets vigorously. She follows his clumsy stride, the lady in army pants pummels a X27 pounding to the others head and abdomen. Using her fists, elbows, feet and her own cranium, thrashing and cutting.

Then stomping her foot back, she knees her opponent in the nose, between the eyes, leaving a crimson stain on her pant leg. The giants skull flies up by the blow and interlocking her fingers to shape into an extra large fist, the woman in army pants bends her arms back. Bringing the fist behind her head with her opponents head still jerked up, the woman gives a battle cry and clubs her interlocked fists down on the giants head. Hes pulled down by the force of the pummels then his counterpart finishes it.