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Ironclad
Topic Started: Oct 11 2016, 01:29 AM (71 Views)
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The annoying sound of the alarm clock is buzzing in the room, until it is formally introduced with the wall. A groan is heard next as he sits up in bed, rubbing his hands over his face. He slouches over for a moment, contemplating his next move. He rises out of bed and slowly makes his way to the kitchen. Fumbling around, Ironclad is looking for some coffee to start his day, but he is out. Ironclad mumbles

Ironclad: Go figure.

Ironclad turns on the water in the sink and fills the coffee maker with water. He is making coffee with the same grounds he has been using for a couple days now. He turns around slowly and views his new lifestyle, which includes a small, dingy one bedroom apartment, cracked walls and minimum space. Typical apartment in New Jersey. Things were so much different not too long ago, but this is his life now, like it or not.

While the coffee is brewing, Ironclad heads to the bathroom area to clean himself up. He washes his rough hands, his short dark hair, and his face,then looks up into the mirror. He stares at himself for a few seconds, but then his eyes moves over a scar on his left arm. He rubs the scar with his hand and a smile creeps up over his face. He talks to himself in the mirror

Ironclad: Seems like only yesterday…a few more inches to the left and that blade would have pierced my heart.

He pauses, then a look of anger crosses his rough and rugged face, while his grey eyes narrow.

Ironclad: But he had it coming…..just like Landon has it coming to him. Pretty boy has never been into a fight before, all of his top notch trainers won't prepare him for the beating he is going to receive. I wonder how many scars Landon will have after it’s all said and done?

He slams his hand on the sink, and walks into the kitchen. He pours himself his coffee and sits at a small table with a wobbly chair. He drinks his coffee in utter silence thinking about how anyone would enter any type of a fighting atmosphere and hates to be punched in the face. How is that even possible? He shakes his head as he gulps down the last drink, stands up and looks at the wobbly table and chair set he has and smiles.

Ironclad: I wonder how long Landon will wobble before he finally falls? At first this table was nice and sturdy, but as time goes on it gets weaker and weaker. One good hit, and it's all over. Landon won't know what hit him, better yet he will know what hit him, and it won't be pretty.

He heads back to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and heads to the bedroom. Ironclad looks around for a moment and starts to dig under a pile of clothes for something. He finds a black leather cut with the words Hells Angels across the back. Ironclad notices something in the inside left pocket, his wallet. Pulling it out of his pocket, he holds it in both hands, and then opens it up. Looking inside the wallet, there is a old worn drivers licence. Staring at the licence, a name is shown….Drew, but the last name is unreadable. Ironclad runs his fingers over the wallet, and then puts it into his back pocket.

Ironclad: Drew is dead….Drew hasn’t existed in years. Drew is weak, Drew is soft, Drew will never exist again. Drew…..

Ironclad pauses

At one point Drew was a likable person, good grades, and a model citizen. Went to church and was well liked by everyone. Drew was always fascinated with motorcycles, in fact he saved his money and bought his first bike when he was 16. Drew loved his motorcycle, and took very great care of it.

One day while Drew was out riding, he stopped at a gas station to fill up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of guys sitting around yaking it up on their bikes. He remember seeing these massive guys, with scantily clad women hanging around them and thought to himself that is what he wants for himself…...

Ironclad shakes his head quickly and looks around his room for something. He turns around and finds a pair of brass knucks, slips them on over his hand and holds his hand up.

Ironclad: This what happened to Drew, the exact thing that will happen to Landon. No one will ever remember who Landon was, not after this match. He will suffer the same fate as Drew, the same feeling as Drew...the feeling of being forgotten. It’s a lonely feeling Landon, I hope you can cope with it.

He picks up another jacket, puts it on and heads towards the front door. He stops and grabs a ring with two keys on it and a helmet. Ironclad turns back around for a second to look at his surroundings and mumbles to himself

Ironclad: This is my life now, as he stares at the brass knucks. This is the path you wanted Drew.

He slams the door shut with a thud and the sound of footsteps can be heard in the distance.

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