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The large man fixed his fedora, looking in the mirror one more time. It was true, he was not really what one would call a looker, but he didnt mind. Anyone calling him ugly just got a broken nose, or maybe worse.
Just didnt really matter.
He wasnt a villain, not really. He wasnt the typical whining [censored] "evil man" that has been carrion on the streets, swarming them like ants lately.
Everyone wants to be a bad guy. Even the good guys like to be bad. It was rediculous.
Who the hell was Recluse anyway? He never did a damn thing for Rockdog, everything the Rockdog got was done by his own hands.
Hustling, pimping, and yes, even robbing. But that aint evil, thats just living on the Rogue Islands.
So they got warrants? So what? Having the warrants to arrest the Rockdog didnt mean you could serve them. No, didnt mean that all.
Rockdog looked at the paper he was sent. Sent by some mysterious man. Interesting, why would anyone want to live in Bloody Bay. That place was a war zone.
Offer of daily cash. Rides. Best of all free living.
How could the Rockdog refuse.
He had things to do first though. Being evil and being bad is two different things. The Rockdog, well, he is just a bad man.

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"Bloody Bay," she said, shaking her head disbelieving.
"Thats where they're sendin' me toots," he shrugged, not really caring if she liked it or not. Rockdog and Big Bertha werent exactly a couple, but closest to one the two would ever get it seemed.
"First I got business to attend here though," Rockdog slicked his hair back and put his fedora on.
The man was huge, and he had to special order his clothes, including the hat.
"You're talking about Two Finger Joe aint ya?" she said. "You should leave that alone, caused you more trouble than its worth."
"Leave it alone eh," the Rockdog smiled a bit. "I dont think thats exactly how I work. He moved onto the west corner, the corner we all know is mine by rights. I left it 'lone for long enough. Cant exactly leave here and folks think its cause I am scared now can I?"
She had to admit he had a point. Two Finger Joe would surely take the oppertunity to say he ran Rockdog, the man was an oppertunist.
Rockdog however was just all bad temper and mean as a junkyard dog, something Two Finger Joe would find out soon enough. He moved on the corner when the Dog was gone to Boomtown to meet an old acquaintance on the "Council".
Rockdog just had other things to attend when he got back and never paid Joe much mind. Now, well, he couldnt leave loose ends.

Two Finger Joe had all of his ten fingers, and only a few knew why he was called Two Finger. It was actually quite simple, years ago he would order his whiskey, two fingers deep with cola. However so many have speculated that that meaning was lost long ago.
Now, he sat outside of his new building, not that he bought it perse, but it was his. He ran his trafficing out of it, and put his girls on the street in front of it. It was his corner, his little peice of the pie so to speak. When he saw the Rockdog coming, he was not worried. The big man was alone, and Joe had no intent of giving up his corner.

His men saw the Rockdog coming as well, one called upstairs as others came out. Joe just smiled. The big man was one tough son-of-a-[censored], that was true. However, thanks to a bit of supradine he ripped from the Trolls, so was his men. He also had Big Arms Bruno, mutent born and street raised, but that secret he would not let out just yet.
"Aint your block no more Rockdog, I suggest..." but he never finished, Rockdog hit his men hard, 3 of them falling immediately, one thrown right into Joe.

Rockdog was no fool. He knew Joe had something up his sleeve, but the Rockdog is not one to worry on things. Hit 'em and hit 'em hard. Overwhelm them with sheer force.
Two of the supradine enhanced thugs lay in a bloody pulp, maybe dead, maybe not. The other was getting off of his boss who was screaming for Bruno.
That of course could be trouble.
Rockdog grabbed the last guard by the back of his shirt and slung him to the brick wall, a crunch sounding as something broke. He wasnt sure exactly what broke, but he liked the sound well enough.
Joe pulled a piece out and began firing. Hard bullets too, because it rocked the Rockdog a moment, taking his breath away.
Should have wore his mesh, but ah well.
When he caught his breath he saw the pimp reloading, and took that time to rush him. Unfortunately it was at that time that something akin to a tank struck him and sent him flat into the street, taking a passing car out as he did.
"Rockdog, not sure if you know him, but this is Big Arms.."
"Bruno," Rockdog finished, catching his breath as he peeled himself from the wrecked car.
"We met before boss," Bruno said, taking off his overcoat and laying it to the side. Hard to believe but this guy was definitely bigger than the Rockdog.
Didnt matter, Rockdog knew this day would come, and it might as well be now. Bruno was building a reputation, and the two almost fought at D, but was stopped before they could.
Bruno walked slowly and carefully toward the Rockdog, who was now up and ready as well.
"Stay outa this boss, its between us two," he told Joe, who nodded with a smile.
Rockdog had no doubt the man would not stay out of it, as soon as he saw Bruno being laid down. He couldnt worry about that yet though. He had Bruno to deal with first.

Bruno threw the first punch, a jab to test Rockdog, but the Rockdog would have none of it. Hit them hard, hit them fast, overwhelm them with ferocity. That's what he was about.
A clubbing uppercut sent Bruno off his feet, but he was back up wiping a bit of blood, a smile on his face, before Rockdog could get on him. He offered his own haymaker in return, sending the Rockdog back and realing again.
This was not going to be easy.
Rockdog delivered a kick to Bruno's gut, doubling him over, then a knee to his face, but it only glanced as Bruno turned with it. It was then the two supradined thugs jumped on him, pummeling him and driving him back.
Bruno took the time to catch his breath.
They continued to hit the Rockdog, apparently driving him back away, blow after blow connecting as the Rockdog blocked one punch, took the brunt of another.
They were more annoying than painful, and driving the big man to get more and more pissed.
With a yell he sent a crashing blow down, hitting the pavement, the percussion sending the thugs flying. One dead the other close to it, before they ever landed.
Rockdog looked at Bruno who now realized the mistake that was made. The more you hit Rockdog, the madder he got, the madder he got, the stronger he got.
Shots were fired from behind Bruno, obviously Joe realised this as well.
Rockdog took them, one or two breaking his thick hide and entering him, but not deep enough to cause real damage. It was the force of the shots that hurt.
Then as suddenly as they started they stopped.
Rockdog and Bruno both looked to Joe, who layed helpless at the feet of a large woman.
"Get that sucker Rock," Bertha said, a smile on her lips, her foot ontop of Two Fingered Joe.
"You got it toots," he grinned, as Bruno's eyes widened, the realization that it was now really just him and Rockdog.

Two hours later Bertha dug the bullets from the Rockdog's thick skin. She was used to doing this for the man, who in turn always insured her own block remained peaceful enough for her ladies to work.
"Ow, you diggen' deeper than the dang bullets went woman," Rockdog fussed.
"That's what you get for letting Bruno escape, " she said, but a smile was on her face.
"Well, at least the fish have a good meal," he grinned.......

....and at the bottom of the river lies Two Finger Joe, oddly enough two fingers on each hand poking up while the others are closed in a fist.

Rockdog fixed his fedora, as he looked at the bay outside of his house. The people that were dumb enough to try and live here were slinking by, hardly glancing his way as if he would eat them if they did. Rockdog didn't mind that, showed respect, something he had earned in the last few months living in the heart of Bloody Bay.
Heroes on one side, Arachnos on the other, and one big war in-between.
Just what the Dog liked!
"You be gettin' that lazy butt over hear and eat before you go," Big Bertha called to his back. She was a rough woman, but Rockdog couldn't leave her behind on the Rogue Islands. She was like a scab you just had to scratch off, kind of a habit, so to speak.
Rockdog smelled the bacon, something he could well afford now that he was working in Bloody Bay. His mysterious employee kept him busy with jobs. Find this hero who is causing problems, destroy this base here or there. Never anything too hard. Never asked him to attack the Longbow base, something no one has survived. His credentials allowed Rockdog the use of the Arachnos base, but he had to mind his p's and q's while he was there. No need to make management mad.
Rockdog finished his meal, and slipped his hat on.
"Be back soon," he said roughly, and Bertha just nodded. Rockdog didn't fear for her when he was off working, she could take care of herself.
Upon exiting the house he could see some folks on the boardwalk, having quite a time with one of those Shivan things, big green aliens that you could see their innards. Rockdog made a disgusted face as one of the three teens was swooped up and deposited into the green goo. The others took that oppertunity to run for it, but didn't make it far. They were struck by radiation and toppled over in a heep of dead.
Rockdog chuckled, it was quite a show. Hadn't seen that in a while.