Hero Worship

Riley stood and watched as the man who had inspired him to join the military in the first place prepared for his next fight: his hands where already padded and bound, and the crowed was baying for blood. Riley could see hundreds if not thousands of dollars changing hands as best were cast.

The man turned to face the ring, sweatband covering his face. Riley shook his head in disbelief as his hero walked into a wooden post, almost knocking himself out.

Could this really be THE Topper Harley? The man he'd been sent to recruit for the next mission?

The End