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The Chupacabra looks like the more vicious of the two creatures and you finger it as your champion.
"Excellent choice," Omaha says as he whispers instructions in some foreign language to both opponents and opens the latches to their cages.
Like mortal enemies, The Chupacabra and The Beast of Exmoor rush at each other. It's like watching magnets snap together. Only the end result of the joining of these two is bloodshed and lots of it.
Although The Beast of Exmoor is much larger, more agile, and quite a bit stronger, The Chupacabra has the edge. The razor-like quills that coat much of the monster's body are like a natural body armor that simultaneously protects and inflicts damage. The Beast of Exmoor is wounded with each offensive that it launches, and soon it's a mess of bleeding wounds.
You cheer and breathe a sigh of relief when the enormous black cat falls to the ground, dead and looking like something that would be most commonly be at home on the floor of a butcher shop.
You collect your money and calmly walk to your car. You pull your cell phone out and dial Little Jimmy's number immediately, wanting only to get this over with.
"You better have my money," he growls.
"I've got it," you say.
"All of it?" he asks, more than a little surprised.
"All of it," you say. "I can bring it to you now."
Little Jimmy hesitates for a moment. "Why don't I come to you instead?" he suggests. "Tell me where you are."
You give him the address and wait patiently in your car. Inside the abandoned gymnasium fights are still going on, but you want no part of it. You've sworn off anymore gambling.
It takes Little Jimmy about twenty minutes to find you. You're surprised to see him alone.
He steps out of his Mustang and slicks back his oily black hair, looking like a reject from the 1950's. You don't wait for him to gain his composure or to size the situation up. You eagerly push the money into his hands. "We're even now," you say. "Here's your money."
Little Jimmy counts the bills carefully and smiles.
"How did you make this much money so quickly?"
"Does it matter?" you ask.
Little Jimmy smiles. "It might," he says. "I'd like to make money this quickly. I just want to know your secret."
You don't start talking until he presses a gun into your gut. "In there," you say, nodding toward the gym. "That's where I got it."
Little Jimmy stops for a moment to listen to the commotion that's coming from inside the abandoned building. "Sounds like fun," he says. "Let's go."
"Uh uh," you say. "I'm done. We're even. I just want to go home and get back to normal."
"We're not even until I say so," Little Jimmy says. "Now come with me inside."
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