Just Work story

 Just Work

One time Gant was out drinking on his own in a pub in a nearby town. It was summer and he was dressed in tight fitting red t-shirt and black jeans. The red top was red for a reason. He wanted to test himself. He was alone too for the same reason.

The top showed off his muscled toned body. Just his looks made him dangerous and a Not To Be Fucked With type guy. But of course there was always someone who wanted a ruck and would oblige.

Gant was drinking a pint of orange juice. It kept him sharp. His eyes took in everything from his place by the bar. A guy aged about 23 caught his attention. He was the target. Gant went over to the guy said Hi and emptied the rest of his juice over his head.

He was ready for the outrage that would follow. Gant smoothly stepped back and to the side while dodging a left hook. The guy was fast but Gant was faster. Gant slapped the guy on his check and called him a name. A series of punches and kicks came to Gant, he dodged and blocked them.

More name calling, this time at the guy’s mother, made him red with anger. Anger clouded his mind and clarity vision as did beer. Gant jabbed him in the chest and he caught his breath and doubled over. A further jab burst his nose and made him cry.

The man counterattacked quite well. A punch caught Gant on his left shoulder and pushed him into the watching drinkers. They in turn cheered and pushed him back into the fray. Gant grinned and said more words. The guy added his own threats and they went to war. Gant did a floor kick and swiped the guy to the saw dust covered boards.

Gant offered him a hand up. It was a fair fight. The guy accepted and Gant used it to swing him up and into the crowd. The 6 foot 2 inch tall guy flew like a missile knocking six people over. It was chaos. Shouts screams and threats filled the pub. The guy ran at Gant who was ready. He knocked the guy down again with a right jab followed by a left. The guy stayed down, out cold and covered in blood.

Gant checked him over to see he didn’t choke on his own tongue. Some people clapped and cheered Gant, others left the pub and one man fancied a go. Gant faced him and took the first punches.

He complimented the guy not bad but you’ll need more. This guy, a 30 something body builder looked at his own hands in disbelief. Gant gave him the come on. Gant parried his punches and by force alone drove the man into a corner. People made way and watched the demolition. Gant hit the other guy in the face, chest and side. A rain of punches and then kicks which bloodied the guy broke his nose and ribs. He begged for his mum and life. Gant finished with a jab to his shoulder and pointed at him and the other unconscious guy.

“You both did well but none of you could beat me. I remain champion of this town. Thank you and good night. Someone call these two an ambulance. Do not call the cops. I know all of your faces.” Gant left the pub and grinned. His red t-shirt hid blood but not his own.

Gant went to the pub the day later and asked for the CCTV discs or the pub would burn. The land lord gave Gant a beer and went to get the discs. No evidence for the cops. A cleaner was mopping up dried blood in the corner. All part of a Saturday night on the town.

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from Ferry Man
Jimmy Boom Semtex

OUT IN 2021