Rick continued his walk through the darkness as he finally reached the locker that contained all of his worldly possessions. "Damn kid! You were supposed to knock him out, not kill him!" said the bulldog who was smoking a cigar in the far-off corner of the room.
"Let me guess, you aren't going to pay me because I killed him, am I right?" said Rick, his back towards the old dog as he put his muscle shirt back on.
"No kid! I want you to work for me!" he then said excitedly. Rick continued to look at him without a response.
"Yeah you heard me, I want you to be our new fighter here." he said taking in a breath of his cigar, lighting a small red dot in the darkness.
"A job?" Rick thought. "Come on kid, what you say? You could make a lot of money. I can make you rich!" he said. Rick thought for some time, his back towards the old bulldog.
"No thanks, I have some unfinished business elsewhere" he said in a bland voice. "Now son, listen. I don't take no for an answer" he said threateningly. Rick turned around; anger started slowly boiling inside him.
"I'm not the kind of guy you just go giving orders to." answered Rick in a stern voice. "What are you going to do about it?" said the dog.
Rick needed the money so he calmed down and said "Give me the money and I'll leave".
"Good luck with that" he said turning around. "Give me my money" he said once more. "Fight for me"
"No" responded Rick. "Suit yourself" he answered back. "Boys! We need to teach this punk who gives the orders around here" said the dog waving his hand towards the darkened corner of the room.
Out of the shadows, two towering odd colored dogs came in. So strangely they looked that they didn't resemble any species Rick had ever seen.
Thick muscles around their necks, large arms, small sharp yellow eyes, tattoos running down their arms. The two the dogs walked side by side like a solid brick wall of muscle until they reached Rick.
"Two on one? This hardly seems fair, you two are at a disadvantage" said Rick as he chuckled reaching for his holster without drawing their attention to his hand.
"Ready?" he said to the two dogs. "Let's get him!" yelled the dogs.
Rick threw his jacket to the gray dog and quickly pulled out his gun and fired. The gray dog just fell to the floor with a thud that echoed in the darkness of the concrete room.
Rick quickly then shot out the light and the dark consumed the room.
The other dog threw heavy punches in the dark and missed.
Rick then heard an opening and hit him in the side of the ribs with an elbow and the butt of the gun to the head.
The old bulldog then pulled a long black revolver from his coat as the auxiliary red lights came on.
He then pointed the revolver at Rick as the other dog stood up.
"You try to disrespect me? In my own house?" yelled the bulldog, revolver in hand.
"You idiot, grab him!" he ordered.
"If you move, I'll blow your head off and paint the wall with your brains"
Rick then sighed and holstered his gun, then raised both his arms above his head. The large dog then took him in a crushing bear hug that lasted for minutes as the bulldog enjoyed Rick fill with pain.
Suddenly out of nowhere, a bright flash appeared in the darkness of the room, blinding everyone.
The brown dog let go of Rick and started to rub his eyes. Rick took in a breath full of air, as he rolled away from his attacker. "Now is that anyway to pick a fight?" said a voice.
In the dark corner of the room stood two green eyes that sparkled brightly in the darkness of the room. Out of the shadows came the blue vixen he had seen minutes prior to his match.
She held the pin to a flash grenade. "Now we're even" she said walking towards the fight. Rick simply looked at expressionless.
Krystal looked at him with a smile while Rick in the other hand simply gave a cold stare at her. "Go away, you don't belong here. You'll only get yourself hurt" said Rick coldly.
"But...is that the thanks I get for helping you?" she replied offended. "Boss what do we do?" asked the dog.
"Kill them both. Do as you please. This is your pay, 30,000 Talians. Enjoy it." he answered, pulling out the money and throwing it at the dog.
"Go away! You'll only get hurt!" yelled Rick at Krystal. Krystal then gave him a hard slap. "Don't yell at me for helping you!" she answered angrily. Rick just looked at her, his face burning from the slap.
Rick just looked at the dog and didn't say anything. He then was grabbed by a second dog that walked in with all the confusion undetected.
They were ambushed by several other dog-like thugs that walked in as backup. A tall gray dog ran towards Krystal, taking her by surprise.
Rick looked towards Krystal, who was being grabbed by the neck a foot off the ground. She punched and kicked the dog trying to make him let loose the grip on her. But it was useless and all her attempts were in vain.
Rick grabbed his gun from the holster. He fired it directly behind him, killing the dog that once held him. He spat blood at the floor and aimed his gun at the dog holding Krystal.
"Let her go now." same plain voice he always used. The dog sighed and then stopped the grip on Krystal's neck. She dropped to the floor holding her throat.
"Now back away slowly" ordered Rick. The dog put both hands in the air and backed away. Rick looked to the other remaining dogs, but something was amiss.
He then cursed at himself. In a split second a locker door opened knocking the gun from his hands.
Rick was then body slammed against the locker. When he recovered his balance, an object hit the side of his head, rendering him unconscious.