Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2019 9:10:18 GMT -6
Cracking his knuckles, without much of a warning the cracked fist went straight into the stomach of the target it had chosen. The young man who got the rough end of the punishment coughed loudly as he keeled over onto his knees, hands on the ground.
This wasn't much of a fight, it hadn't been one from the start. The big man, flanked by another friend of his had chosen to make it a handicap match, with the young man as the unwilling participant on the other side being resinged to having to take whatever bruising they had in store for him.
They laughed, chugged down another bottle of beer before smashing it into the nearest wall as spectators were forced to duck from whatever debris coming their way.
"You're not much of a fookin' fight are ye, ye little shitestain." the biggest of the two laughed as his mate tossed the boy onto his back forcing him to admire the stars through blacked eyes.
"No bloody entertainment at all, mate, like beatin' up on a child." the other laughed, as he hocked a spit onto the concrete as he laid a few more harsh boots into the sides of the young man that looked like he needed an ambulance, or perhaps even a hearse if the 'fight' would go on much longer.
But fortunately for him, the two rough goons had seemingly grown bored of beating up on their quarry. Rather than rifling through their victim's pockets for some Euro's, they grabbed their own wallets pulling out about €50 combined, crushing it and tossing it at the floor next to the kid, who in his only show of life grabbed them before anyone could rethink their choices.
"How about you fight back next time, give us somethin' to werk with, give your adoring audience a lil' bit of a spectacle."
Turning around, the gathered audience parted quickly as the two bullies made their way to leave.
"Get yerself back here, because I didn't bloody tap out yet."
The voice had rang from behind, the young man, despite being bruised and battered had put himself back onto his knees, a smile from crimson teeth as he took in a few deep breaths. And he seemed like that despite all the suffering he had already undergone, he was ready to take even more.
"Me bloody maw slap me harder than you two daffy twats jus' did." he steadied himself, cracking his own knuckles in defiance. "Can't be sending these feckers home without them havin' seen the main event, now can we?"
Aidan was just beginning, and he was ready to show his two 'victims' what he had left in the tank.
This wasn't much of a fight, it hadn't been one from the start. The big man, flanked by another friend of his had chosen to make it a handicap match, with the young man as the unwilling participant on the other side being resinged to having to take whatever bruising they had in store for him.
They laughed, chugged down another bottle of beer before smashing it into the nearest wall as spectators were forced to duck from whatever debris coming their way.
"You're not much of a fookin' fight are ye, ye little shitestain." the biggest of the two laughed as his mate tossed the boy onto his back forcing him to admire the stars through blacked eyes.
"No bloody entertainment at all, mate, like beatin' up on a child." the other laughed, as he hocked a spit onto the concrete as he laid a few more harsh boots into the sides of the young man that looked like he needed an ambulance, or perhaps even a hearse if the 'fight' would go on much longer.
But fortunately for him, the two rough goons had seemingly grown bored of beating up on their quarry. Rather than rifling through their victim's pockets for some Euro's, they grabbed their own wallets pulling out about €50 combined, crushing it and tossing it at the floor next to the kid, who in his only show of life grabbed them before anyone could rethink their choices.
"How about you fight back next time, give us somethin' to werk with, give your adoring audience a lil' bit of a spectacle."
Turning around, the gathered audience parted quickly as the two bullies made their way to leave.
"Get yerself back here, because I didn't bloody tap out yet."
The voice had rang from behind, the young man, despite being bruised and battered had put himself back onto his knees, a smile from crimson teeth as he took in a few deep breaths. And he seemed like that despite all the suffering he had already undergone, he was ready to take even more.
"Me bloody maw slap me harder than you two daffy twats jus' did." he steadied himself, cracking his own knuckles in defiance. "Can't be sending these feckers home without them havin' seen the main event, now can we?"
Aidan was just beginning, and he was ready to show his two 'victims' what he had left in the tank.