Ducky’s dream of an underground Baby Fight empire had been slow to start, but was gaining traction with every main event.
Starting this book, I was mad curious and couldn't for the life of me imagine how the author would depict baby fight scenes, as I thought that two babies put together in a ring would barely be able to roll around like little clowns, giggling and drooling. I was wrong. The WWF names the snatched babies were given for the illegal fighting arena of Californian billionaire and depraved frat boy Francis “Ducky” Winchester should have been clue enough that it gets ugly here: Barbarella, Storm, Athena, Zolthar, Xena, Sherman, Killing Machine... It gets ugly and brutal.
See, Ducky's twisted mind, bored by the mundanity of pitbulls mauling and slaughtering each other in ordinary dog fights, used his evil genius to first invent the underground Chihuahua fights and later for an ultimate kick, baby fights. People pay good money to see these bloody matches. Rich people who already have everything and seek a new, marginal thrill. I reckon this isn't the best book for parents of babies, as it gets really violent between the little ones.
The writing is in parts actually pretty good, especially during psychological analyses of a profundity you wouldn't expect to find in a splatter novel. A striking story about human exploitation with a satisfying ending.
Thank you, Janie, for bringing this to my attention! 🖤