"Ya gotta show me."

Big words from a small man. Boy sometimes. I ain't like Jack Kelly, my life isn't about fighting every thing that comes along. If I did I'd be dead. I pick my fights, I scheme and know that I will win when I step into the fight.

I might not be like Jackie-boy fighting everything that comes my way. But when you step into my fight, you are guaranteed a loss. Maybe you'll give me a real work over that time, but its only a battle to me. The fight is over when they find your body in the East River. Those are my games.

Needless to say you don't fight over everything on those terms, I gotta believe your worth it for me to even fight back. I ain't going ta jail over some stupid thing like cheating at cards. Maybe I'll scare ya.

Some people say I'm real scary. I got eyes that freeze blood and at reputation that scares the shit outta the biggest boys in Brooklyn. When I fix that glare on some one the result it sweet.

But I don't fight em. Not worth it. If some one hits me I'll hit back, but it won't be a fight. It'll be me taking a punch and having the honor to punch the bastard right back. But I don't care what happens.

Threaten me and I'll fight ya. Threaten to touch one hair on my head, threaten my boys, and your dead. I'll watch you and you'll know it. Marked. Every step you take you'll think is your last.

So is this strike worth fighting? Is this something I will win?

Is this something I care about?

Well, Mr. Pulitzer never send your goons to scare Spot Conlon again.

I don't take well to one of my boys being raped by your little guys.

You'll rot in hell. And I will be the one to send you there.

The strike is only the begging.

See you later.

Disclaimer: I own NADA!

Author's notes: OH MY GOD! 50 STORIES! -Breathes- Wow! Okay I'm halfway to one hundred and I swear before I get there I will update my original story! Hopefully over this summer!

Cards on

50: OH MY GOD I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT!