Ricardo was one of Delta Force’s hardest empty-handed fighters. It was not so much the hand-to-hand fighting training that he received from the Unit that made him so deadly in a scrap, rather, he was just born that way; born with that kind of blood in his heart. He didn’t necessarily go around looking for trouble, he didn’t have too – trouble always found him.
Ricardo was a loyal friend to many people. One of those folks had a huge bully approach him in a parking lot and tell him: “Gimme a dollar”
And when the friend couldn’t produce a dollar, the bully pounded him good and left him crumpled in the parking lot.
“If you ever see that guy again, tell me; point him out, and I will kick his ass for you!”
So it went and there came a day when Ricardo and his friend were dining inside a Wendy’s restaurant… when the friend told Ricardo:
“It’s him! That’s the guy I was telling you about that beat me up!”
Ricardo went up and stood by the guy, noting that the bully was much bigger than he was. He went back to his friend and confirmed in a worried manner:
“Hey, are you absolutely SURE that is the guy that beat you up?”
“Yes, it’s him – that is definitely that guy who beat me up when I wouldn’t give him a dollar!”
Ricardo shuffled back and stood next to the bully, instructing him: “Give me a dollar.”
“What?? Man I ain’t giving you no dollar. Get the hell away from me!” the bully shouted.
With that, Ricardo hauled off and slammed his fist into the bully’s face, sending him crashing to the ground. To his dismay, the bully got back to his feet and squared off for a fight. The two clashed and wrestled on their feet. Twice the bully picked Ricardo up and threw him to the ground, but both times Ricardo landed on his feet
Clenched in a death grip, the two crashed into and overturned the condiments aisle. Ketchup and mustard packets popped under their stomping feet and the floor became slick in a sundry sort of way. Neither fighter wanted to go down in it, and they struggled to remain on their feet while striving to beat the other’s ass.
Two friends of the bully were in the parking lot taking notice of the skirmish inside. Ricardo’s friend noticed that, recovered a lug wrench from the trunk of his car and, positioning himself in the main foyer of the Wendy’s, poised to render a good bash to either of the toads that dared venture forth.
The first man entered the foyer only to be met with a smart crack to the skull courtesy of the wrench. The second man, following suit, and pushed his way in only to succumb to the same fate as his compadre. The two remained there in a pile on the floor moaning in pain for the remainder of the battle.
In the meantime, Ricardo dodged a kick and sent the bully to the mat with a thunderous slug from his rear hand. That was all the bully could muster and now he lay down while tiny birdies circled over his head to the lullaby of harps and chimes.
Ricardo fished through the bully’s pockets and pulled out a small wad of dollar bills. He peeled one off of the top and handed it to his friend in the foyer who was tending to the two other downed men.
“Here; now you’re even.”
And yet it happened.
By Almighty God and with Honor,
geo sends
Feature Image: Wendy’s sign (Hullian111/Wikimedia Commons)
Read more from Sandboxx News
- The A-12 Avenger II would’ve been America’s first real ‘stealth fighter’
- Could Turkey be accepted back into the F-35 program?
- America’s 70-year-old B-52 bomber now has a radar better than most of Russia’s fighters
- Ukraine strikes Russian Kilo-class submarine docked in port
- Attack on FOB 4: The worst day in US Army Special Forces history
