Then a click then a squeal from a door broke the silence, its a mahogany door with the words ‘staff only’ in shiny gold writing, it opened revealing a slim man in a waiters costume opened the door, with his mouth in a shape of a ‘U’ leaving his eroded gums and long yellow teeth visible, as he opened his mouth, saying,
“Welcome gentlemen, if please step this way to meet the boss.” holding the door open, as the men walked through. The fat short man led his men to the door opposite them.
I left.
Room two: The Boxing Ring
The room has only one light shining above a square stand in the middle of the room
That had ropes going around it. A boxing ring. The fighting ring was a dull yellowish white floor with fait red stains scattered around the ring. The ceiling was a roof that was high up, it looked like a decaying ware house. Going around the walls were stands for the spectators, going up like stairs, they stank of body odour, beer and in some places urine. The place is empty the only thing that could be herd was the wind whistling between the cracks in the roof and sound of rats scuttling in the litter. It has some lifeless speakers mounted high up in each corner of the room, besides that the room is bare and in darkness and feels cold.
In between one of the stands is door, double doors with the word ‘exit’ written on a green lit up box above the doors there are doors on the other side too, but there is a sign, ‘no-entry’ in a red circle with a white line going through it.
Then doors with the ‘exit’ sign opened, the spectators have come, they filled the stand up in just a few minutes. The majority of them didn’t have any sleeves revealing ghastly tattoos uncovered, some have bald heads some have long hair others have it at a moderate length some of them even have afros, the whole society looked like males only. They’re noisy, they’re talking, swearing, cheering or some are even spitting at people.
Then a man trouser with a Hawaiian flowery shirt came through the ‘no-entry’ doors and stepped through the ropes, with a black cone in his in his hand, a mic, and entered the ring.
Suddenly the speakers blasted to life with a deafening screech.
“Hey! Hey! HEY! Gentle men! Can you please make sure you ‘ave placed your bets an’ without any further delay tha fight you’ve all been waitin’ for!” said the man.
Then the same door opened again with three men this time. The men that were on the left and right are wearing white t-shirts the man in the middle is wearing a white robe with ‘The ‘Ugly’ Kid’ on the back, wearing a pair of black boxing gloves he walked down the isle with his accomplices and walked through the ropes and stepped into the ring and took his robe off and put his gloves up and ran around the ring while the crowd was cheering and the host was shouting, “Put your hands up for Ricky the ‘Ugly’ Kid! He comes from Manhattan, New York weighing 13 ¾ stones at 6ft 3 with a reach of 68!”
The doors opened again and lone figure with two men far behind him appeared in the mist. The man was black and had an enormous shoulder length and a huge tree trunk sized arms to go with them. He was immensely built muscles on his chest and stomach he looked like a monster that was in a trance. The crowd was shouting,
“Ooooooooooooo!”
The host said through his mic, “please welcome, the 5 times champion, undefeated champion Carlos ‘killa’ Kramp weighing 15 ½ stones at 5ft 11 and an amazing reach of 85 he comes from all the way from Chicago in Chicago town to defend his title!”
He walked silently down isle and entered the ring, went to his corner and stood there staring at his opponent on the opposite corner, Ricky just starred back.
I left.
Room Three: The Office
The room is just as dim as the bar I can make out see three men standing in the shaded side of the room. I can just make out there appearance, one is white the other is black and they are just as huge as the men carrying the suit cases but they were carrying pump action shot guns across their shoulder. They are wearing black suits with a shirt with a long collars and gold chains around their necks. The man in the middle is sitting in an black leathered executive chair with his fingers Knitted together on the mahogany desk with a cigarette in between two of his fingers the rest of his fingers mostly have gold ring on them, he wears a purple shirt with a thick gold chain around his neck but I couldn't see his face clearly.
“Do you have the money?” said the mysterious deep voice coming from the desk.
The fat short man in the brown suit nodded and the men with the suit cases stepped forward and placed them on the desk and opened them at the same time showing neatly stacked rows of cash and then stepped back.
His face come closer towards the desk to get better view and the clicked his fingers the man on his right responded by putting his weapon down on the desk in his boss’s reach and walked through a door and came back with two suit cases and another two suitcases and put them in a neat row on the red carpet picked his gun and went back to his spot.
The man clicked his fingers again the man on his left responded this time closing the suit cases with the cash, from left to right, put them behind the desk and put two of the other suitcases on the desk and opened them one revealed a dismembered parts of black pieces of heavy metal pipes and blocks, it was M16 assault rifle with neat rows magazine clips below it.
“There’s three of those babies in one suitcase and you ordered six if I’m right?” said the man sitting in the chair with his thumb and index finger on his chin pointing at the suit case.
The other one revealed piles of little clear bags with white powder inside. They look like drugs and they are.
“Are you sure there’s $750,000 worth of crack in only two suit cases?” asked the fat man.
“Why? Do you think I’m a liar or are you calling me one? Yeah, there is $750k of crack in there” he replied. “Well we that have your debt money and so and so, I guess you boys will be leaving now,” he said “and it was a pleasure doing business.”
The fat man nodded and they walked out of the room and out of the building I saw the black man had his face in the same way as the guy who opened the door for them out the beginning. I hear a loud ‘boom!’ in the distance and at the same time saw ripples in the glass of water and the man responded by making his mouth stretch sideways.
I left.
Room three: The Changing room
There’s a bright light coming from the centre of the ceiling but it doesn't travel very well, reason being the room is a quite steamy and it smells of body odour. I’m in a changing room. The room is lit up in the shades of yellow. I hear a groan.
I see three large men in here, one of there is man sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, I look closer to find out he is tied on to it. His hands are tied behind the chair, his shins look blue and purple and red, are tied the front two legs of the chair he isn’t moving. I go a bit closer to see that red liquid is dripping from his chin, his mouth was taped, both his eye brows is cut, it’s all swollen and purple around his right eye, his eyes is shut but I can see his chest going in and out repeatedly. I see another man walk up behind him, he’s wearing a black suit a black tie and black shoes even a black shirt. Suddenly he thrusts his hand that’s clenched together into the back of the man. The man groaned again and lifted his head.
“Tut, tut, tut,” said the man, “, just one fight, just one we even gave you the steroids but no,” he continued, “we had to lose not only the fight but $500,000. I tell you one thing the boss ain’t gonna’ be happy when he hears this is he now, Ricky!” lifting his right leg and smashing it against his side.
“I say we finish da guy before da boss comes down ‘imself,” interrupted the other, “man in a deep voice “we’ll be doin’ ‘im a favour.”
“Na! Save your bullets. For now,” He replied, “in the mean time let have some more fun, eh?!”
“Hold the chair! I wan’ some fun!” he shouted stepping backwards then suddenly ran up to the man in the chair leaped in the air and did a spin in the air and flicked his foot up and...
THUD! He hit his enormous left arm, the man’s head flew up and his opened wide and looked like he tried to open his mouth. He was breathing more heavily now you can hear him wheezing through his nose and red fluids bubbling out through one of his nostrils.
“I’m getting’ bored,” said the man with the deep voice
“What you want some action, Julian?!” said the man, breathing a little hard.
He nodded and his mouth went wide and upwards and threw his right hand into his stomach.
There was a moan and a creak then SNAPP! The chair broke because of the force of his punch. He stood looking amazed of his strength, looking at his companion that had his eyes wide open and pointing behind him.
Too late. THUD! He stood swaying on his feet and then fell like a tree. Ricky had fallen on the floor and grabbed a chunk of the chair and with his tied up hands, swung at the back of Julian’s head.
The other man is trying to pull some thing out of his jacket and as he did, Ricky with both fists swung arms in to his face. He flew backwards instantly and fell on the hard on the tiled floor.
Ricky was on his knees, breathing extremely heavily through his nose he lifted his left arm and pulled of the tape from his mouth his chest was going in and out slower now as he was re covering he undid the knots around his teeth biting and pulling furiously. He got to his feet and quickly limped to the basin he splashed water on his face getting rid of all the dried blood on his face. Put on his clothes put his hood up and climbed out through the window and disappeared into the night.
