The Harts

The Pit fighter

I was born before the dawn took over in Ireland are government fell apart relatively quickly at the age of twenty eight found I was fighting for can beans now I fight in A place called the pit in Dublin and instead of fighting for a warm can of beans I now fight for Dawn soldiers entertainment I don't remember what age I am but I think I am thirdly or around there some were.

I was in the ring it was a steel cage that was made of Razor wire and some times the crowd would throw in some weapons but it was for who ever got there first.
I was five feet and six inches tall. My red hair was in my eyes I had a mullet with a goatee I was losing up then the announcer started to talk.
"In the Pit at this time is the Irish Wolf hound. Ryan Hart! The undefeated champion of the pit and his challenger weighting one hundred and sixty pounds and six feet tall and six inches the bear of Scotland Al savage!"
My challenger walk into the ring.
"This is a I quit match first one to say I quit or gets knocked out loses begin"
I quickly ran I at him drop kicking him to the razor wire on the other side.
He quickly got up with his fist raised and I raised mine as well and as fast as he could throw a punch I could doge out of the way then I hit him with a quick couple shots to the body then one to the temple.
He stubbed back but then  some one passed him a steel chair and he quickly hit me with it I hit the floor then he went for another chair shot but I rolled out of the way and got up and grab his leg and flipped him on his back.
Then I sat on top of his with a ferry of mounted punches to his face but he soon threw me off and I got up, one good thing about my size is that I could move quicker then most large foes.
Next I dropped kick him in the gut he quickly grabbed his gut so I whipped him into the razor wire. Then I turned to the crowd of soldiers
"What should I do with him" I asked pleasing the crowd was always a good idea you get more money that way
"Rub his face in the wire" the shouted so I quickly turned back to my opponent and started rubbing his face in the wire he started screaming
I whisper in his ear
"Just say it don't make it last any longer then it should"
He elbowed me in the nose I stumbled back.
There we were looking each other in the eyes he ran at me but I swiped his legs out from under him and I picked up the chair,
Then I smash him so many times it bent at a ninety degree angle he was out cold and the Dawn soldiers cheered.
Then the announcer started again
"And for the fifth time in a row the Irish Wolf Hound is victorious."
I walked out of the ring and I saw my wife she was seven months pregnant and we walked to are living quarters.
It was really small a double bed and a cooking stove and a fridge as well as a table and three chairs, I sat on one of the chairs that night I had earned two hundred euros.
"Ryan you can't keep doing this you can't keep fighting." She said
"I can't it's the only thing I'm good at!" I yelled trying to keep my anger in check my son walked to me and hug his mother
"Listen I know this isn't the way you think you live but this is the only thing I can do I want to provide a life for you and Jack and the one that going to be joining us"
"But why does it have to be this fighting I don't want to tell are children on day that their daddy died in the ring."
"Jenny you will never have to tell them that ok don't ever think that ok"
"Is daddy going to die mommy?" Jack asked he was only three years old
"Don't worry your daddy not going to die jack" I declared. That night I didn't eat there wasn't enough food for everyone so I gave mine to Jenny
"Bryan eat you haven't eating in two days"
"No Jenny your eating for two you need all the food you can get" I expanded although if I could I would be eating that night I slept on the floor.

In the morning dawn soldiers came and took my son Jack
"How could you. You Cunts!" it took three troops to hold me down
"Dad don't let them take me please"
"Shut up kid" the hit him on the back of the head knocking him out
"Fuck you you son of a bitch" I pulled out of there holds and I punched him across the face knocking him out cold. They kicked the shit out of me.
Later that day Jenny was crying on the bed and I sat on a chair I was thinking were was a place safe from the dawn a nation that had not fallen yet there was only one I could think of Canada. If I failed one child I wasn't going to fall another I was sending Jenny to Canada.