4 hours ago
(Somewhere deep in dense, private forest is The Course, a manly obstacle course in addition to so much more for men to test themselves at.)
My heart was pounding but the day had finally come! The 200 yard dash. Everyone in the crowd was cheering for their favorite. I whip my shirt off and get more whoops. The finish line seems to be staring at me.
“Ready to get beat?” Devin asks grinning wildly at me.
“I'm ready to fuckin win bro!” We high five and I notice how sweaty his pits are.
“Runners ready?” The overseer raises one hand. “Go!”
We all start sprinting and in no time I'm in first! The air whips around me and I feel perspiration running down my chest. My feet pound the ground. The finish line is in sight when Devin comes up on me.
“Dude let's finish together.”
“You're on man. You ready?”
The roar from the crowd is almost deafening but it's seems distant. We pass the finish line, Devin and I still neck and neck, running as fast as we can, when we cross the finish line.
And run straight onto the blade wall. The outstretched sword slams into my gut just above the belly button, the force of running pushing it deep into me as I bow forward.
“Oooufffffff fuckkkk!”
I let out adding my voice to the collective grunts filling the air. The pain is so bad that I keep grunting to distract myself even though it's becoming increasingly worse. The blood is pooling from my stomach and every movement makes it so much worse.
“Henngggffffff” I manage to look at Devin who's further onto the blade then I am.
“Dude you won” I manage to say seeing that he is further on his sword then me.
“I- oaaafff goddamn” Devins body spasms wildly opening a gash in his belly where his innards start dropping out. The world goes dark and cold but I finished this brutal race.
My heart was pounding but the day had finally come! The 200 yard dash. Everyone in the crowd was cheering for their favorite. I whip my shirt off and get more whoops. The finish line seems to be staring at me.
“Ready to get beat?” Devin asks grinning wildly at me.
“I'm ready to fuckin win bro!” We high five and I notice how sweaty his pits are.
“Runners ready?” The overseer raises one hand. “Go!”
We all start sprinting and in no time I'm in first! The air whips around me and I feel perspiration running down my chest. My feet pound the ground. The finish line is in sight when Devin comes up on me.
“Dude let's finish together.”
“You're on man. You ready?”
The roar from the crowd is almost deafening but it's seems distant. We pass the finish line, Devin and I still neck and neck, running as fast as we can, when we cross the finish line.
And run straight onto the blade wall. The outstretched sword slams into my gut just above the belly button, the force of running pushing it deep into me as I bow forward.
“Oooufffffff fuckkkk!”
I let out adding my voice to the collective grunts filling the air. The pain is so bad that I keep grunting to distract myself even though it's becoming increasingly worse. The blood is pooling from my stomach and every movement makes it so much worse.
“Henngggffffff” I manage to look at Devin who's further onto the blade then I am.
“Dude you won” I manage to say seeing that he is further on his sword then me.
“I- oaaafff goddamn” Devins body spasms wildly opening a gash in his belly where his innards start dropping out. The world goes dark and cold but I finished this brutal race.