Post by Brandon Blaylock on Jan 15, 2007 8:57:34 GMT -5
A large fist connected with the soft stubbed jaw belonging to Brandon Blaylock. His head jerked back as if it were to twist off of his broad shoulders and the crowd around the fenced-in arena gasped in an unexpected horror. Brandon stumbled backwards and he reached out his hand to grasp the chain link and he pulled himself back and upright. Blood trickled from his lips and his eyes narrowed at the thought of perhaps loosing a tooth or two. From the corner of his eye he saw Mariella’s calm and confident face, but her eyes would show a touch of fear that perhaps Brandon was out of his league. The hulking 6’3 figure who called himself Barrack lifted his arms up in the air and let out a maniacal laugh as the people around the cage roared in a violent delight. Brandon, standing at around 5’9 seemed to pale in comparison with his lean body and boy like face.
Brandon looked aside, spitting out blood and wiped his hand across his chin and then wiped it on his jeans. Brandon wiped the side of his nose with his thumb and then smirked.
“Pussy. “ He managed to spit out, feeling some kind of heaviness in his throat. Largely, the first part of the fight could be summed up in a beating for Brandon. Brandon would fight with himself to let the man hit him, even if his mother and sister had taught him how to be quick. His limbs were begging him to let loose. That punch to the jaw seemed to unlock that need. Barrack moved forward again, swinging his arm up to punch and feeling confident enough to leave an opening. Brandon took full advantage, ducking down quickly and then letting his hands fall to the floor for support as his legs near blindingly moved forward into his assailants’ chest. Under Brandon’s feet he could feel the bones in Barrack’s ribs breaking and it caused another tense grin on his lips as best he could with the pain. Barrack moved backwards and fell against the fencing and in another second Brandon was back on his feet, his fists curling up and in tight motions he began his secondary attack of southpaw punches and elbows to the chest. In his movements you could see the movements his mother, his father, and his twin siblings all working together in the things they had taught him.
A resounding thud announced the defeat of Barrack as his large body hit the mat and bounced once or twice due to his heavy weight. Brandon stood above Barrack’s body, craning his neck back to ease the tension from the punch to his jaw as the crowd stood in a stunned silence.
Later on that evening, Brandon sat with Mariella in the corner of the empty bar. The fight had taken place in the back room and they waited there for the bar owner to slide out from behind the bar and make his way over to them when most of the people had left. The bartender slipped Brandon an envelope stuffed with money, a sly grin on his face. The odds against Brandon winning the fight were low, and thus he had bet against Brandon who had guarenteed a shark like win.
"You're lucky kid."
"Luck had nothing to do with it." Brandon slid the envelope into the pocket of his leather jacket, sliding an arm around Mariella and kissed the top of her forehead with a slight smirk to his lips as well. This would keep them on the road for a while longer, and able to live the lifestyle they were accustomed to while Brandon worked towards his goal. Slowly, he was also opening up to Mariella as well, though there was always a part of his insides hidden, a part of him that wouldn't let go of the past. He felt greatful that she was still around, greatful that she was with him to keep him that little bit more sane as his heart mended.
Another message from Rose was leading him towards the east coast. Someone named Scarlett was looking for someone to do some low key bounty work.
He didn't think there would be any harm in it.