The Animal

A Champion is Born

So in hindsight The Animal was a bit too... PG. The all and new improved Animal...let's channel some attitude era!

January 15 1997; 9:30pm
Taffy's Bar; Savannah, Georgia

A seventeen year old lad sat in his grimy changing room in the back of a downright dingy bar on the Southside of Savannah. This bar, Taffy's Bar... this was his house. He had made this house his own...

Four years he had fought in this bar, taking down some of Georgia's sickest demented fighters. He had walked in at thirteen, looking to earn some crust after hearing from people on the street about the illegal underground Bare Knuckle Fighting Championships that took place in the bar.

The bar's owner, and illegal fight promoter, Johnny Bos, was at first reticent to let Y/N in the ring. Despite the fact that he was 6' and well built when he walked in, as soon as Johnny figured his age there was no way he was going to put a kid in one of his rings. Y/N had been persistent though, coming and asking again and again. When Johnny had finally had enough and told his biggest security guard to throw the kid out, Y/N had dropped him with a single punch, knocking him out cold. The money hairs on the back of Johnny's neck had gone "whew whew whew!"

The rest had been history, and Y/N had been fighting out of the bar ever since, taking part in monthy cards, and his reputation had grown with his size. He was sat now in his dressing room, taping up his fists, ready for the biggest fight of his life. There was a knock at the door, Johnny coming in when invited and smiled at his money maker, asking with his thick New York accent:

"You ready kid? Big match up next. You take the belt and the $10k if you win"

Y/N looked at the man and answered without emotion:

"Ready as I'm gonna be Johnny."

Johnny smiled. The night was already one of his biggest, with people coming from all over to see the card. His bar was packed and popping, the crowd was nicely impaired, and there had been plenty of blood and mayhem to satiate the hedonistic savages.

This was the biggest card he had promoted, Y/N being in the main event and taking on the BKFC champion. His ranks and rep had gone up and up and this was his big moment. Johnny sat with a smile, hoping to inspire his fighter:

"Four years you been fighting in my bar. It's all come down to this son".

Y/N looked at the man, enraged.

"I ain't your son and I don't need no motivation. Tell that bitch I'm comin for his strap."

Johnny smirked and left the room, having achieved his goal. He'd pissed the kid off.

It was the final fight of tonight's card. The patrons were nicely cooked and had been worked to a frenzy. He needed a good bloody shitfight to finish the evening. He had been apprehensive about negotiating the kid a title match with the BKFC. The champion, Hammerman, was a sick demented fucker, but he put asses on seats and gave the crowd what they wanted. Blood and violence. The kid had won almost every fight he'd had, but he was still a kid.

Johnny walked to the ring/cage. The crowd was murmuring, ready for the main event.

"Ladies and gentlemen. It's been another blood fuelled evening for you hedonistic savages, and I thank you for keeping most of the fighting in the ring".

A Bronx cheer broke out from the rowdy crowd of bikers, broads and booze hounds.

"Now for the main event of our Bare Knuckle Fighting Championship card. First I give you our challenger. Standing at 6'4" and weighing in at 240 pounds of grit and muscle. With a record of 47 wins and 2 losses, from right here in Savannah Georgia, the 17 year old sensation, the most savage monster to come from the south... The Animal!"