A/N Chapter 6 is up and combines a lot of different ideas. The gym is a reference to Luis Lopez's cage fighting in TBOGT and the whole buying clothes is like at the start of GTA 4 as Niko where you are sent to the Russian Store. The pawnshop is a reference to Jack Reacher bad luck and trouble where he buys illegal guns. Also here is a quick parody rundown for this chapter, Kennedy Rednecks = Dallas Cowboys, SM&M is obviously AT&T. Grease Monkey is basically a criminal gas monkey garage. Enjoy reading and please leave comments
Brad woke up around 9:00 the next morning, shaking off the hangover that he had from the previous night. He groaned at the pain shooting through his head, thinking to himself that he needed to stop drinking. He got himself ready and grabbed some breakfast with TK.
"Hey TK, do you know any good gyms in the area. I was thinking about going down and testing my skills" Brad said
"Sure, there is one I know that plenty of my football clients use. It's on Carter Avenue in Dartmond in the north of the city. Plenty of the Kennedy Rednecks go there to train and test their fitness away from the coaches down at the SM&M stadium" TK replied
"Cool man, thanks for the tip"
"Hey Brad, you might want to get some new clothes and maybe a piece for yourself, just to protect yourself from the cops and any other methheads who want product for free"
"Sure man, I'll check it out. Later"
A few minutes later, Brad found himself gunning through Downtown going upwards into the North of Kennedy which was where most of the smaller gangs had settled. Gangs like the Grease Monkeys and the Jewish Mob dominated the territory and did much of the criminal enterprises out of here. The Jewish Mob tended to gravitate towards pawn shops and jewellers whereas the Grease Monkeys preferred chop shops and bars as their criminal headquarters. They mostly battled over territory and control instead of actual criminal enterprise in an effort to grow stronger and challenge the big boys.
Brad quickly found himself in Wrenchside which led into Dartmond via Gore Way. Wrenchside seemed to be the Grease Monkeys power-based as he saw a lot of them hanging around looking at bikes or cars. He saw more old-school rat rod Hotknifes than he had seen throughout the whole Kennedy. Eventually he made it to the gym which was based out of an old warehouse on Carter Avenue. The warehouse seemed dilapidated on the outside with mildew covering some of the outer metal face of the warehouse but as soon as he stepped inside of the gym, it was a different story. There were gleaming free weights, a spotless cage and a non-bloodied ring, an excellent chance for him to test himself.
For an hour he trained inside of the cage, throwing vicious left-hand bombs mixed with right-hooks. The main trainer Johnny Ross seemed to take interest in him, shouting instructions to him. Once Brad had finished, Johnny came to talk to him.
"Hey Brad you have some serious potential in those hands, where did you learn to fight like that" Johnny said
"Back in the Midwest, fighting was a good hobby for me" Brad responded
"Listen man, I have a side-line with prize-fighters in Kennedy, if you are down for that, call me"
"Thanks for the heads-up Johnny" Brad replied heading out of the door
Brad jumped back in the Dukes and went shopping for clothes at a Suburban in Wrenchside, he usually like leather jackets and dark-wash jeans with boots and he found some stuff that would work for him.
He came out of the changing wearing a biker's leather jacket which seemed aged and had a skull pattern on the lining of the jacket, some limited edition Ira's jeans and sand coloured Hinterland boots, overall he looked pretty good.
He then found himself heading east towards the Jewish side of North Kennedy, there were apparently a few pawnshops that would sell him an untraceable gun which would be something he needed considering he was a wanted fugitive. The Jewish territory was very different to the Grease Monkeys', it was more residential and high-end as if the people who lived in this area were rich and weaved into the Kennedy history. It was an old money area with large mansions filling the side-streets and rows of jewellers, banks and exotic car dealers filling the main streets like Wilson Way or Truman St. Finally Brad found himself at his destination, Rivkin's Pawnshop, on the outside the storefront was made of marble and floor to ceiling glass windows, Brad looked inside and could see the same sort of counters you would see in jewellery stores.
Brad got out of his car and walked into the store, going straight for the front desk.
"Hi I wish to purchase a gun for my home protection, recently I have had home intruders and feel like I now need a gun" Brad fabricated
"Okay sir, why don't you follow me to the back" The smartly dressed receptionist said.
Brad followed him to the back of the store where he saw a plethora of guns and a guy examining his latest acquisition.
"I'll let you get on" the receptionist said politely before leaving
"Hi, I take care of the guns in this area, take your time to examine them and if you want to ask about price just call me" the gunsmith droned
Brad looked at the weapons, there must have been at least 30 handguns propped up on this wall. And of the 30 at least 27 were Israeli. There seemed to be a lot of Jericho 941s and Desert Eagles which were good guns but not exactly what he was looking for, the stock nature of these weapons wouldn't help him in his day to day business.
Brad moved on quickly and looked at a Colt .357 Python but felt it was a little too redneck and this left him with two choices, a Walther P99 or a Glock 19. The Glock had large magazine but low stopping power plus it had high recoil and missed the target a lot. The P99 on the other hand was a military gun that was made for civilian use, powerful with a good fire rate it would be perfect.
"How much for the P99?" Brad asked
"For you, $1200" The gunsmith replied
"Listen, I have just come back from Europe and my house was broken into by intruders. But the fact that I was in Europe means I can't register for a gun so I would appreciate if you let me buy now and forget the documents" Brad spoke with a false candid nature
The gunsmith sighed and seemed to deliberate the outcomes of allowing a gun to be unregistered. "$1500 for the gun to be unregistered"
"Done deal" Brad said paying the man before putting the gun into the inside pocket of his jacket.
He left the store but was now cleaned out and really needed TK to get some interest in the meth before he had income in his pocket. He had to get some income quick and knew where he could get that.
He headed back to Dartmond and Carter Avenue to talk to Johnny about some fights that could be going down. He walked back into the warehouse and saw a fighter clutching his knee inside of the ring, Johnny wore a grimace across his face as if he could see his money drifting away. Johnny seemed to spot him and came to talk to him.
"Hey man, what's going on?" Brad queried
"Rick seems to have torn his ACL so he can't fight tonight" Johnny said "That means my card for tonight is ruined" Johnny's eyes lit up "Listen, I know this is a big ask but could you step in the ring for me. I will pay you well"
"Yeah sure man, pay me anything over $2500 and I will fight for you"
"Thanks, Brad you are a legend"
Brad jumped back in the ring, pushing himself again, testing his boxing skills for tonight's fight. He needed this money and couldn't lose this.
10:00 the same day
Brad was in the locker room, taping up his fists preparing himself for a big fight. He zoned in, going cold and quiet before being called to fight. He stepped out into warehouse seeing hundreds of fans screaming for blood and cheering on the guy in the ring. He looked at his opponent, Brad thought that his opponent was slightly fat and quite short. Shouldn't be a bad night in the ring Brad mused to himself.
He stepped into the ring, staring his opponent down before the ref sent them back to their corners. The fat guy shot dirty looks at Brad, Brad just smiled knowing that it would throw fatty off his game. The bell sounded and Brad's rival charged at him throwing a modified superman punch, Brad dodged to the side before letting a wicked right fly straight into the jaw. He looked dazed and Brad followed up with a left uppercut right hook combo before landing a thunderous elbow which split his opponent's lip. Suddenly the fight dynamic had changed, an evenly-matched bout had now become a slaughter and Brad was its executioner circling his prey. Brad landed the killer blow, he had turned quickly creating momentum before raising his foot in an arc before connecting sweetly with the chin, and the audience cheered as the fat guy hit the canvas. The ref counted a 10-count before the fat guy was declared the loser.
Brad celebrated jumping onto the second turnbuckle and raising his arms in the air. He noticed Johnny grabbing a mic and stepping in the ring.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you Brad Snider" Johnny said slapping 3 stacks into Brad's hand.