Pro Heroes

Getting in the fight club

We split up into two groups

Andrew, Sophie and Ronnie went out looking for the fight club. While Tacoman and Steven are holding down the fort in case there is an emergency.

"So Tacoman is an interesting character isn't he?" Andrew asked Ronnie as they walked through a sketchy neighborhood. "Yeah, but he is the boss. Let's check out that rundown motel. We should split up to ask around to see if someone knows about the fight club." Ronnie suggested walking across the road to the motel.

"Let's go but stay where I can see you, we don't know what kind of people live in this dump" Andrew is staring at Sophie. "yea ok." She quickly agreed and went to the motel.

A group of three guys comes up to Sophie. "Hey, do you want us to show you a good time?" They chuckled. "No, I'm ok." Sophie was uncomfortable trying to step past them. "I wasn't asking." one of the guys grabbed at her arm. "I said I'm ok." Sophie jerked her arm away and started to walk away quickly. "What did I say?" The man hit her in the stomach as she walked by "hahaha now let's. . . ." BAAM!!! a shield hit him in the head, Andrew began charging at the group. "I knew something like this was going to happen."

The man falls to the ground, Clenching his face. "Hey what the hell?! Who do you think you are?" One of them stretches out his arm using his power trying to punch Andrew. But Andrew blocked the attack with a shield. The man yelps in pain as he pulls his arm back. He stretches his arm, grabbing the roof and pulls himself away.

Andrew runs picking up his shield off of the ground and swings at the last person. But he moves out of the way, evading the shield. Sophie pushes the man down while he is distracted. "I'm sorry." She apologized but Andrew threw his shield at him, knocking him out.

"You should have stabbed him, who knows what they might have done!" Andrew sed as he picked up his shield and dusted it off. "You always resort to violence! We don't always have to fight." Sophie had a displeased voice. Ronnie runs up to the group. "Hey, guys another one is coming!" Everyone looked at a man walking toward them wearing a coat with his hands in his pocket.

"So you like to fight? I'm Nazzaro" holding his handout to Andrew. "Who wants to know." Andrew puts his hands in his pocket. As he stares at Nazzaro watching his body language. "Are you heroes?" The stranger looked relaxed, "No we are not heroes." Andrew is making eye contact with him not letting his guard down. "Hold on one minute" Nazzaro pulls out his phone looking for something. "Yea you wear on the news you are a hero." pointing at Ronnie.

"Dus that matter?" Asked Ronnie. Thinking to himself, "It is good that we haven't been in the news since the twins joined the agency and that the police chief didn't mention them in his statement to the press."

"It does in this neighborhood, you better turn around and go home." The man begins to walk away.

"We are looking to make some money. My friend here likes to fight. Could you help us out?" Ronnie asked. "I don't work with heroes! Go home." Nazzaro shouted back and continued walking.

"Look I became a hero because I needed money, and my boss's agency is barely on the list, you can see that in the ranking. I've been working for two weeks and he hasn't paid me yet, so I called my friend to see if he knew of a guy that could give us a job."

"Fine, I may be able to help you out, but if we see your boss or any other heroes you are dun you got that, follow me." Nazzaro started walking away.

They followed Nazzaro to a rundown house

There were people standing on the porch and beside the house playing a game. They go in and see people playing video games, one guy using his power to light a cigarette. They go upstairs and they see a man with a gun standing guard.

"Hey, I have new fighters who want to see the boss." Said Nazzaro casualty to the guard.

"Hey Nazzaro, yea I see a pretty fighter." The guard looked at Sophie.

Sophie begins to blush and Andrew looks very angry. Ronnie puts his hand on Andrew's shoulder to try to remind him to stay calm. The guard pats them down "Ok I need to collect your things before you go in."

They enter the room with two men fighting in a small ring. The boss is watching and yelling at the men. "Come on, you call that fighting, put your hands up." The boss is a 180 lbs man of Hispanic descent. His hair is a short buzz cut. He has scars on his face and a gold chain around his neck. He has an intense look to him.

"Hey, I brought a new fighter." Nazzaro spoke with respect in his voice as he stood up straight to show respect to the boss.

The boss turns his head looking at them. "Don't you see me trying to enjoy these two beating the piss out of each other! HAHAHA I mean look at these two they are animals. . . . I will be with you in a minute" with a cold look on his face.

They wait for the fight to end and Andrew is watching the fight moving his head around like he is in the ring. But Sophie is looking a little green because of all the blood pouring out of the fighters. Ronnie can't help but watch the boss. He knows that this man is dangerous and something seems off about him.

One of the men falls down "KO!!!! That is what I love to see! WOOOOO!" The boss shouted. "Now let me see, who do we have here?" The boss sizes up the group looking them over. "Is she ok?" looking at Sophie "Yea she just doesn't like fighting" Andrew commented not breaking eye contact with the boss.

"This is Andrew h. . . " The boss interrupts Nazzaro, "let him speak for himself." The boss pulls out a small bag and sniffs the powder inside. Staring at Andrew standing with his arms crossed. "Go on talk."

"I'm Andrew, I heard that you're the guy to go to if you want to make money fighting, a fight club or something like that?" The boss gets right in his face staring him down. "Yeah, maybe, but can you last in the ring?"

"I wouldn't go down that fast, trust me." Andrew glares at the boss then looks at the unconscious man lying in the ring.

"Are you saying my men are weak?" The boss is staring at Andrew intensely right in his face then out of nowhere he cracks a smile and begins to laugh, patting Andrew on the chest, "I like you." The smile quickly faded. "But should I trust you? It could get messy if heroes get involved."

"I should let you know that guy recently started working at the Tacoman agency and they were fighting with our boys out front." Nazzaro interrupted.

"Is that true? You bright a hero in my place of business!?" The boss grabbed Ronnie by the collar. "You have some nerve trying to pull one over on me?" The boss points a gun at Nazzaro.

"Woah Woah Woah! Yea I just started working at the agency. But I needed more money and about your guys out front, they started grabbing at her so we stopped them." Ronnie tries not to make eye contact with the boss.

"You said Tacoman, that guy is a joke. I don't blame you for branching out, it is a hard business to get into, you know becoming a hero. It is easier to roll in the mud with us. I do apologize for my men's actions. You didn't hurt them too badly I hope?" The boss lowered the gun and walked around the room.

Ronnie is watching his every move but trying not to make eye contact.

"I didn't break them too badly, just a broken hand and maybe a concussion," said Andrew.

"Didn't break them too badly, hahaha, ok show up tomorrow night around 10 and we will take you to the fight club. But if I catch a whiff that you are dirty, I will gut you like a fish got it." The boss said with intensity right in Andrew's face. "Now get the hell out of here. Tell the dumbass that bothered her to come in here, I am going to teach them how to talk to a lady."

Sophie blurted out, "You aren't going to hurt them are you?"

Andrew grabs her arm saying, "Thanks I will see you tomorrow."

"Hurt them no. . . oh, I just remember you bright a hero in here." The boss pulls out a gun and shoots Nazzaro. Sophie turns her head away and squalls, Andrew puts himself in between her and the boss. "See you tonight, don't be late." The boss waves the gun toward them.

Everyone quickly left and went back to the Tacoman agency.