"We settle this. Right fucking here, right fucking now. I've got space out behind the house, a tall fence, and the neighbors are away. No one will bother us, no matter what." Brad grinned, showing his big white teeth.
Drake frowned, "Sure man, nothing funny though. No holds barred, but no shit like chairs or anything."
Brad laughed, "I don't need any fucking help to waste your ass, Drake. You're fucking going down, and I mean DOWN."
Drake's eyes narrowed and he leapt up from the couch, pushing past Brad, "What the fuck ever, dude." He growled, heading for the back door.
Brad turned to follow him, revving himself up for this. Drake was big, and tough, but Brad had taken down bigger guys before. The only real question was how thoroughly could he dominate his rival?
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