A man of men
It was 4am it a little unknown bar down in Miami. Not much rest inside besides a small bar and a few tables, but it was what was in the back room that people came for. There lied a cage, eight steel polls raised out of the ground wrapped together with fencing wire to make a pit of blood. Inside stood two men, their bodies dripping in sweat and blood. On one side was a man they called Jackhammer, crew cut hair and arms the size of telephone polls. The other side stood Ronan, he was known as only a rookie there since he started just a week ago but he had gain much respect from his first fight; a one hit KO. His long black hair tied back with his white tank top and cargo pants made him look like he came out of some action movie.
Outside the cage a small Hispanic man closed the door and yelled “Vamos!” The crowd began to cheer and yell as Jackhammer smirked with a cocky grin, “You’re going down new guy”. Jackhammer charged forward into Ronan sending him into the cage slamming into one of the support beams. The audience’s mouths hung wide open at the bone crushing sound that came with the hit. But it was not Ronan that was injured. Ronan’s knee had impaled Jackhammer’s ribs breaking them. Jackhammer stumbled back coughing blood onto the canvas floor. Ronan started to yell, “Get up! Get up you piece of shit, I haven’t even started to warm up yet.” As his large black boots rose from the ground kicking Jackhammer right in the chin, his body flew back from the hit. Jackhammer eye rolled to the back of his head as he passed out. The small Hispanic man ran back up, “Para! Para!” he yelled as he opened up the cage. Once inside he took Ronan’s arm and held it in the air, “Y el ganador es...Ronan!” The crowd cheered as Ronan walked out of the cage.
The next two fighters enter the cage as Ronan walked over to the bar sitting down. The bartender already had a beer pour and handed it to Ronan, “This one is on the house.”
“Thanks old man.” Ronan said as he pulled out an old Cuban cigar.
“Now tell me where in the hell did you learn to fight?” Said the bartender his eyes filled with life.
Ronan took a chug of beer and a puff from his cigar, “ex-military”
“I thought so, I’m an ex-marine but I never saw anyone move like that. What branch were you?”
“If I told you I would have to kill you” Ronan said in a serious tone.
Ronan could see the bartender get a little worried as he loosened his collar. Ronan had a very colorful past. The past eight years he had worked for the military in Special Ops, CIA, FBI and Miami S.W.A.T. till a week ago when he got laid off for budget cuts. Now he fought at the bar to make a few extra dollars and past the time away.
Before Ronan knew it he had guzzled down a half of dozen beers and had a pretty little Cuban girl wrapped onto one of his arms. It wasn’t even another hour till he was back at her apartment drunk and naked with his new lady friend. Sadly the rest of the night became a blur as he awoke to his cell phone ringing.
“Yeah?” Ronan answered his phone with his eyes still closed shut.
“Hey Ronan, what’s up?” came Van’s voice from the phone.
“Van is that you?” Ronan said excitedly as he fully woke up. He couldn’t think the last time the two talked let alone seen each other.
“Yeah, it’s been a while, but listen man I have a job for you.”
“Oh really?”
“Something that should be pretty simple for you, it’s a body guard job. For a Mrs. Shanks”
“Shanks, World Corp. Shanks?”
“Yeah, the one and only.”
“Why the hell would they want to hire me? They could have a whole squad over there.”
“Mrs. Shanks has become a target, I believe for a kidnapping so they aren’t being to trusting of anyone. So you interested?”
“Yeah man, I’ll come down to your office later today. We can catch up then.”
“Alright man, see ya later.”
“See ya” Ronan said as he hung up his phone. Still laying in his bed was the girl he brought home last night sleeping in her birthday suit. Ronan didn’t even remember her name as he got dressed and left. Excited for the day ahead.
Outside the cage a small Hispanic man closed the door and yelled “Vamos!” The crowd began to cheer and yell as Jackhammer smirked with a cocky grin, “You’re going down new guy”. Jackhammer charged forward into Ronan sending him into the cage slamming into one of the support beams. The audience’s mouths hung wide open at the bone crushing sound that came with the hit. But it was not Ronan that was injured. Ronan’s knee had impaled Jackhammer’s ribs breaking them. Jackhammer stumbled back coughing blood onto the canvas floor. Ronan started to yell, “Get up! Get up you piece of shit, I haven’t even started to warm up yet.” As his large black boots rose from the ground kicking Jackhammer right in the chin, his body flew back from the hit. Jackhammer eye rolled to the back of his head as he passed out. The small Hispanic man ran back up, “Para! Para!” he yelled as he opened up the cage. Once inside he took Ronan’s arm and held it in the air, “Y el ganador es...Ronan!” The crowd cheered as Ronan walked out of the cage.
The next two fighters enter the cage as Ronan walked over to the bar sitting down. The bartender already had a beer pour and handed it to Ronan, “This one is on the house.”
“Thanks old man.” Ronan said as he pulled out an old Cuban cigar.
“Now tell me where in the hell did you learn to fight?” Said the bartender his eyes filled with life.
Ronan took a chug of beer and a puff from his cigar, “ex-military”
“I thought so, I’m an ex-marine but I never saw anyone move like that. What branch were you?”
“If I told you I would have to kill you” Ronan said in a serious tone.
Ronan could see the bartender get a little worried as he loosened his collar. Ronan had a very colorful past. The past eight years he had worked for the military in Special Ops, CIA, FBI and Miami S.W.A.T. till a week ago when he got laid off for budget cuts. Now he fought at the bar to make a few extra dollars and past the time away.
Before Ronan knew it he had guzzled down a half of dozen beers and had a pretty little Cuban girl wrapped onto one of his arms. It wasn’t even another hour till he was back at her apartment drunk and naked with his new lady friend. Sadly the rest of the night became a blur as he awoke to his cell phone ringing.
“Yeah?” Ronan answered his phone with his eyes still closed shut.
“Hey Ronan, what’s up?” came Van’s voice from the phone.
“Van is that you?” Ronan said excitedly as he fully woke up. He couldn’t think the last time the two talked let alone seen each other.
“Yeah, it’s been a while, but listen man I have a job for you.”
“Oh really?”
“Something that should be pretty simple for you, it’s a body guard job. For a Mrs. Shanks”
“Shanks, World Corp. Shanks?”
“Yeah, the one and only.”
“Why the hell would they want to hire me? They could have a whole squad over there.”
“Mrs. Shanks has become a target, I believe for a kidnapping so they aren’t being to trusting of anyone. So you interested?”
“Yeah man, I’ll come down to your office later today. We can catch up then.”
“Alright man, see ya later.”
“See ya” Ronan said as he hung up his phone. Still laying in his bed was the girl he brought home last night sleeping in her birthday suit. Ronan didn’t even remember her name as he got dressed and left. Excited for the day ahead.