Ever wondered what happened to Dragon?
It was a cloudy day with a slight drizzle. Pierce was working out the details of some paperwork for a new boxer coming in that day. Yup, got everything down; age, height, weight, hometown-
He turned around and almost ran right into a tall man. He looked up to face the stranger. He was pale and redheaded, with a deadly glint in his eyes. "Hello," said Pierce awkwardly. He glanced at the papers. "Are you Aran Ryan?"
"Yeah," said Aran in a low growl. "Ye 'member me?"
Pierce was a bit confused. "Can't say I do."
"That li'l lad from Sutton Park? Callin' 'imself Dragon?"
Oh. Now Pierce made the connection. "Now I remember. ...You certainly got taller."
Aran snorted. "Couldn't stay four feet tall ferever."
"Alright," said Pierce, "we've got everything in order. Your first fight is this weekend. The lounge is over there..."
Aran didn't listen to the rest of what Pierce had to say. He entered the lounge, where Joe, Von Kaiser, Katrina, and Bald Bull were sitting. "Oi, Kaiser," he called, "yer still here?"
Von Kaiser was incredibly confused. "Kenne ich dich?" (Do I know you?)
"Ye don't remember? Whawazzit, fourteen years ago?" Aran plunked himself down on the couch. "You were gettin' yer arse handed to ye in fron'a me and all them little snots?"
"Ich...erinnere mich vage daran." (I…vaguely remember that.) Von Kaiser shifted closer to Joe. He was feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Aye, was a deadly match. And you two Frenchies were there." Aran pointed two fingers at both Beauforts. "Th' lass was a real wee thing back then."
"I'm French-Canadian," mumbled Katrina, moving in closer to her father.
Bald Bull took Aran by the shoulder and pulled him around to face him. "Canın yanmadan önce hepimiz arkadaşmışız gibi davranmayı bıraksan iyi olur." (You better stop acting like we're friends before you get hurt.)
"Aw, stick it," said Aran, pushing Bald Bull's hand off him, "we're gonna be in the same circuit, so ye better get used t' me."
Bald Bull looked at Aran, then up at Joe. "Eh…Pierce veut de place-il en le circuit du monde à cause de son record au Griffith." (Uh…Pierce wants to put him in the World Circuit because of his record at Griffith.)
"Eh?" Aran got up and towered over Joe. "He tol' me I was gettin' inta tha World Circuit 'cause I'm a beast in the ring!"
"Uh…j'suppose que c'est un mélange des deux." (Uh…I guess it's a mix of both.) Joe leaned back a bit; Aran was too close for comfort.
Aran looked Joe in the eyes. "We brawl at sunset on Saturday. And I don't go easy." With that, he hauled off and left the lounge.
"Hepimiz o adamdan nefret ettiğimiz konusunda hemfikir miyiz?" Bald Bull asked. (Can we all agree that we hate that guy?)
"Ja," said Von Kaiser.
"Yep," said Katrina.
"Je ne comprends pas," said Joe, "il etait tellement un gentil gars." (I don't understand, he was such a sweet kid.)
Von Kaiser shook his head. "Das süße Kind ist weg. An seiner Stelle steht ein Monster." (That sweet kid is gone. In his place is a monster.)
Katrina nudged her father. "What's his record?"
"Si je reconnais, 17 - 9." (If I remember, 17 - 9.)
"17 - 9?!" Bald Bull scoffed. "Gerçek bir canavar olsa iyi olur. Böyle bir rekorla, Dünya Pisti onu canlı canlı yiyecek." (He better be a real beast. With a record like that, the World Circuit will eat him alive.)
Oh, Bull, you are going to regret saying that in a chapter...
