Cancun - 2014
The locals called him 'El Portador De La Muerte', The Bringer of Death, after his first two opponents met their ends in his callused, bloody hands.
El Portador De La Muerte... he'd had many names over the years, striking fear or love into the hearts of those who heard it.
Heir to a fortune, brother to a twin. Neglected child and lost soul. He'd hunted demons and finally become one. A lover, an enemy, a leader and a lost cause.
But now he was a fighter, a role he'd come to feel most comfortable in. Dusting his knuckles beneath a Mexican biker bar, he fought for money he didn't need, for fame he'd learnt to savour and, above all else, he fought to escape. Escape the pain of those he'd lost, those he'd broken and those he'd left behind.
An echoing crack as is fist connected with jawbone and its owner fell to his knees in defeat. The taste of blood as he ran his tongue over red knuckles, living for the rush it sent through his body.
'EL DIABLO, EL DIABLO. EL PORTADOR DE LA MUERTE!' The crowd cheered their hero as losers threw drinks at the ground and fingers in the air. The warrior roared for another, spraying out his words with blood, saliva and venom.
Bare chested, his body was crimson stained yet smooth. Had it previously seen battle, all evidence was lost. Where scars had torn, now only the ropes of muscle threaded through his torso and limbs. Both eyes scanned the space where one had once been blinded. He shook sweat from his hair and reached down to coat his palms in sand and mud.
His opponent, a hulking mass of fat, muscle and tequila, entered the makeshift ring of spectators and, in a flash, the creature flew at him with fists bared.
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