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wasn’t the first time that Wilson had played this sort of childish game.
Wilson took another step down and leaned over, planting his hands on his knees as he panted loud and hard.
“I know it’s not the reason you hired me, Mr Mattheson, but this one is too cocky. He needs to learn his place.”
Wilson wheezed the words out and Stuart fought the urge to smile. He moved down towards Wilson, reaching out to the other man with the hand of friendship. There had been a time when he wouldn’t have lasted five seconds in any fight and Stuart knew how much it had to sting Wilson to look as strong as he was but not have the endurance to back it up.
“You know, with a little cardio mixed in with the weight training you could become just as good as any of the fighters… Probably better because if you got your hands on someone you could snap them like a twig.”
Wilson reached up and grasped Stuart’s hand with his. The moment Stuart felt Wilson’s meaty hand fold around his, Stuart knew reaching out to him was a mistake. Wilson had obviously not considered the match over, despite what his boss had ordered.
Stuart tried to hold himself back but Wilson was strong and it was like trying to fight gravity.
Wilson swung him in towards his fist, Stuart shifted, fighting to give himself a little wriggle room away from the blow he knew was coming.
The punch glanced off Stuart’s jaw, the blow ricocheting through his skull, rattling his brain against bone. If it had been a direct hit, Stuart was under no illusion that Wilson could have knocked his head clean off his neck.
The world spun in sickening colours but Stuart recovered quickly. He watched as Wilson wound his arm back in preparation to deliver another blow. Moving in against the other man’s body, Stuart drove his arm upwards, ramming his fist up under Wilson’s jaw. There was a resounding snap as Wilson’s mouth closed, quickly followed by a bony crunch.
Surprise etched Wilson’s face as he released Stuart and wheeled away, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. Stuart massaged his own bruised jaw as he watched Wilson stagger around in front of the steps, a pained moan escaping him.
He opened his mouth as though he was going to speak and another moan trickled from between his lips. Wilson spat blood and what could only have been pieces of teeth onto the ground in front of him. Stuart did his best to disguise his disgust. He hadn’t wanted it to come down to this but Wilson had left him with little choice and Stuart certainly wasn’t going to allow anyone to put him down.
“Go and get cleaned up, Wilson. I need to have a word with Mr Reynolds.”
Mattheson’s voice came from directly behind Stuart, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
For a moment no one moved and Stuart couldn’t help but wonder if Wilson was incensed enough to argue with his boss. He stared up at Mattheson and Stuart watched as something seemed to pass between them and then the moment was gone and Wilson turned and left.
Stuart watched as the other man left, blood dripping onto the ground, leaving a sort of grotesque fairy-tale-style trail of breadcrumbs after him.
Mattheson didn’t say anything, choosing to move back up the steps and disappear into the house.
Stuart sighed and rubbed his hand across his jaw, wincing as the pain lit up in his face. He knew he should probably consider himself lucky that his jaw wasn’t broken. But he had a feeling that whatever Mattheson was going to say to him would determine just how lucky he continued to be.
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S tuart followed Mattheson into the office and took up a place near the door.
“You can have a seat, I’m not going to bite.”
“I’m happiest here, thanks.”
Stuart smiled in an attempt to soften his curt words.
“Ah, always working.”
Mattheson smiled and took a seat behind the desk.
“Something like that.”
Stuart nodded. It was easier to agree, since the last thing he wanted to do was
Wilson took another step down and leaned over, planting his hands on his knees as he panted loud and hard.
“I know it’s not the reason you hired me, Mr Mattheson, but this one is too cocky. He needs to learn his place.”
Wilson wheezed the words out and Stuart fought the urge to smile. He moved down towards Wilson, reaching out to the other man with the hand of friendship. There had been a time when he wouldn’t have lasted five seconds in any fight and Stuart knew how much it had to sting Wilson to look as strong as he was but not have the endurance to back it up.
“You know, with a little cardio mixed in with the weight training you could become just as good as any of the fighters… Probably better because if you got your hands on someone you could snap them like a twig.”
Wilson reached up and grasped Stuart’s hand with his. The moment Stuart felt Wilson’s meaty hand fold around his, Stuart knew reaching out to him was a mistake. Wilson had obviously not considered the match over, despite what his boss had ordered.
Stuart tried to hold himself back but Wilson was strong and it was like trying to fight gravity.
Wilson swung him in towards his fist, Stuart shifted, fighting to give himself a little wriggle room away from the blow he knew was coming.
The punch glanced off Stuart’s jaw, the blow ricocheting through his skull, rattling his brain against bone. If it had been a direct hit, Stuart was under no illusion that Wilson could have knocked his head clean off his neck.
The world spun in sickening colours but Stuart recovered quickly. He watched as Wilson wound his arm back in preparation to deliver another blow. Moving in against the other man’s body, Stuart drove his arm upwards, ramming his fist up under Wilson’s jaw. There was a resounding snap as Wilson’s mouth closed, quickly followed by a bony crunch.
Surprise etched Wilson’s face as he released Stuart and wheeled away, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. Stuart massaged his own bruised jaw as he watched Wilson stagger around in front of the steps, a pained moan escaping him.
He opened his mouth as though he was going to speak and another moan trickled from between his lips. Wilson spat blood and what could only have been pieces of teeth onto the ground in front of him. Stuart did his best to disguise his disgust. He hadn’t wanted it to come down to this but Wilson had left him with little choice and Stuart certainly wasn’t going to allow anyone to put him down.
“Go and get cleaned up, Wilson. I need to have a word with Mr Reynolds.”
Mattheson’s voice came from directly behind Stuart, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
For a moment no one moved and Stuart couldn’t help but wonder if Wilson was incensed enough to argue with his boss. He stared up at Mattheson and Stuart watched as something seemed to pass between them and then the moment was gone and Wilson turned and left.
Stuart watched as the other man left, blood dripping onto the ground, leaving a sort of grotesque fairy-tale-style trail of breadcrumbs after him.
Mattheson didn’t say anything, choosing to move back up the steps and disappear into the house.
Stuart sighed and rubbed his hand across his jaw, wincing as the pain lit up in his face. He knew he should probably consider himself lucky that his jaw wasn’t broken. But he had a feeling that whatever Mattheson was going to say to him would determine just how lucky he continued to be.
----
S tuart followed Mattheson into the office and took up a place near the door.
“You can have a seat, I’m not going to bite.”
“I’m happiest here, thanks.”
Stuart smiled in an attempt to soften his curt words.
“Ah, always working.”
Mattheson smiled and took a seat behind the desk.
“Something like that.”
Stuart nodded. It was easier to agree, since the last thing he wanted to do was
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