fortunefitzroy 
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adhikari.rahul Doggy filter pls!! 
Fortune has never understood the appeal of Joel Strom, why everyone’s in love with him. Personally, he thinks Joel is too common a choice. He always thought it was kind of basic of Hailey to be so into him. But then Hailey has always seen herself as a Disney princess. She made her boyfriend in junior high get a tattoo of her name in Disney font on his arm! And Joel’s the kind of guy who would, like, pull a sword out of a stone and chop down a fortress of prickly rose vines to reach the girl of his dreams. Too bad for Hailey that girl is Lily.
But Fortune is determined to change that. He will be made a permanent cast member on Platinum Triangle. It’s his destiny to rule from his TV. Fortune knew that he just had to wait for the right opportunity to fall in his lap…
Fortune’s Uber pulls up to the driveway of the Johnsons’ house in Holmby Hills. The driveway is lined with parked cars. Sean is waiting for him out front and looks over at Fortune nervously as he steps out.
“Phones are checked at the door,” Sean tells Fortune as he approaches.
“Got it.”
Sean doesn’t move. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
Fortune isn’t totally heartless. His fur is faux, thanks! He finds it much more satisfying hurting people than animals. But when Sean told him that Joel was going to be there, Fortune knew he had to show.
“I’m morbidly curious,” Fortune says. “And I got you.” Fortune gives Sean his sincerest smile.
Sean is obviously gutted about the fights and needs all the moral support he can get. He gives Fortune a look of appreciation as they head into the house.
Down in the basement, the atmosphere is tense. There are a couple dozen people, mostly men, around the ring. Fortune sees the two pit bulls pacing in their cages, barking and growling. He watches as Christoph injects one of the dogs with a needle.
“Look, it’s Greta,” Fortune jokes. Sean doesn’t crack a smile. Fortune’s making bad jokes because he’s nervous. Even he has to admit this is fucked up.
“Performance enhancement mixed with painkillers,” Sean says under his breath. Sean looks away from the dogs.
Sean gets called over by his dad, leaving Fortune standing alone in the crowd. He tries to blend in. He dressed down for the event, all in black, with a hat covering his silver hair. The spectators are as hyped as the dogs. The testosterone and adrenaline are palpable. Fortune would be horny if he weren’t so anxious. This is possibly the craziest thing he has ever witnessed, and Brandon once showed him a snuff film from his dad’s vault.
Fortune looks through the crowd until he spots Joel, arms crossed over his Brooklyn Projects hoodie and his hat pulled low. But there’s no mistaking him. Fortune’s counting on it.
The crowd cheers when the doors to the cages are lifted. It’s like the dogs slide into the basement from outside of this world. From one of the circles of hell. They bare their fangs and clash. Within seconds, blood is splattered across the cement floor. The fired-up crowd is louder than the whimpering of the dogs. Fortune winces, but he doesn’t look away.
The dogs are moving so fast it’s like Fortune is watching a time-lapse video. They’re savage AF. Fortune isn’t sure what he was expecting. Some kind of buildup? But the dogs go straight in for the kill. It’s like the climax of episode 19 is happening in the first few minutes of episode 1.
It’s the yelping that really gets you. The terror. Then there’s the breaking of skin, fur shedding in bloody pools, fangs trembling in slobbery, red canine mouths.
Fortune feels a bead of sweat running through his foundation.
One of the dogs is down and the crowd collectively holds its breath. But then the dog struggles to a stand. Fortune wants to cry. It seems enlivened by the cheers of the crowd. The dog is Fortune.
“End it, Beelzebub. End it!”
Across the basement Fortune sees Christoph jumping up and down, screaming at his dog. Beelzebub is a thirsty follower. He just wants to be acknowledged. He just wants to make you proud. He bares his fangs as his eye hangs out of its socket.
Christoph is shaking Sean’s shoulders with excitement. Sean isn’t even looking at the dogs. He’s staring at a bloodless spot on the floor.
There’s a second phone strapped to a shirt garter around Fortune’s thigh. He reaches through the hole he made in the pocket of his black jeans and pulls it out. With most of the phone concealed by his sleeve, Fortune surreptitiously records Joel watching the dogs.
Everyone around Fortune is too consumed by the last round of the fight to notice anything. Both the dogs look like monsters. Beelzebub’s comeback has the crowd, especially Christoph, going wild. Beelzebub looks directly at Christoph with his one good eye before he uses a last burst of energy to rip the other dog’s throat out.
Christoph picks up the dead dog by its practically severed head. The roar of the crowd is deafening.
Fortune sees Joel push through the cheering bodies and bolt upstairs. Fortune’s right behind him.
Outside the house, Joel is leaning against a car parked in the driveway. He pukes.
“It reminded me of Platinum Triangle,” Fortune says.
Joel quickly stands up and spins around to face Fortune, surprised to see him as he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie.
“Tearing each other apart is all we’ve ever known.”