Rumble robbed all of the fallen thieves’ money. He put the bloody money in the shower and

washed it clean of blood. Then, he put all the wet money into a gym bag, after he counted it. It came out to be over thirty thousand dollars.

Rumble walked over to the promoter’s office to get his pay. He opened the door with a hospital

mask over his mouth and nose, along with a pair of goggles over his eyes. Weed smoke poured out of the office and into the hallway. The room was full of all sorts of vile acts with an aged man sitting behind his desk, just watching the show.

Rumble spoke,”I am here to get today’s pay and I won all of my matches, so don’t try to screw me. I am unto you and your cheating ways!”

The promoter handed Humble a small wad of cash.

Humble spoke,”Quit screwing around and give me all my money!”

The masked man saw that the boss was trying to do something untoward him, so Rumble jumped unto the top of the desk.

A shotgun had been built into the wooden desk went off and hit the space where Rumble was once standing.

It was on, as Rumble punched the boss in the face and strangled him to death with his tie. He would not kill, unless to save his own life.

Luckily, the rest of the people in the office were too high and/or drunk to comprehend what had just occurred.

Rumble stripped the promoter’s clothes and said,”He wants you all to screw him too, he is too jealous of you all for having a bigger dick than his two inch pecker.”

Humble had taken a key from the dead man’s pocket and robbed the man’s safe of all it’s money. He had collected over three hundred thousand dollars.

Rumble left the gym forever as the drug filled orgy within the dead promoter’s office had set the place on fire.

Humble was walking outside the burning gym with his street clothes(blue genes, tennis shoes,

and a hoodie covering up his wrestling mask. He was walking over to the nearby subway to travel back

home with his gym bag full of his gear and over one hundred thousand dollars. He was trying to act

naturally as he had done every night he fought or wrestling, but that was impossible this night.

There was five rough looking thugs pulling out knives, and broken bear bottles.

The first thug spoke, while playing with his switch blade,”My nigga, you need to be given us your racks upon racks!”

The rest of the thugs started to laugh at the fellow thug’s comment.

Rumble paid them no heed as he stood there solemn faced with the gym bag still in his right hand.

Humble spoke,”I had killed way too many people already today. Five more dead bodies will be like nothing to me! Just walk away will you still can.

The second thug spoke,”This nigga be tripping balls!”

Rumble dropped the gym bag down to the ground, as he put both of his gloved hand into his hoodie pockets to get something out.

He threw two hidden throwing knives at the first two thugs’ necks. They fell to the ground

clutching their throats.

The other three punks raced towards the would be hero.

The third thug slammed down a broken beer bottle towards Humble, but it was for naught.

Rumble caught the thug by his elbow and snapped it the opposite direction of where it should be bending. He then gave the third thug a spinning back fist in the jaw.

The thug fell down to the ground out of a light, as Rumble stomped his neck into oblivion.

The two remaining thugs got nervous and started to run away, when Humble did a double drop kick to each of the attackers’ heads. He then stomped both men in the neck, breaking both of their spines cleanly in two.

Rumble ripped his two knives out of the fallen thugs and into an empty plastic bag. This was

after he wiped both of the bladed weapons off. He put one of the knives into a nearby river and the other was thrown into the window of an abandoned house. This place was a den of crack heads and never do wells, so he did not worry about somebody finding it, and the other weapon was in the fifth

worst polluted river in the world. So, there would be little risk of people diving into it, to find it.

Rumble thought,”I had killed before many a time to protect myself, but this day will haunt me forever! I know that I am doing the wrong thing for the right reason.”

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The rest of the trip home was without incident and arrived home early the next morning. He walked into the front room to find a middle aged people sitting restless on a love seat.

The man stood to his feet and hug Rumble in a tender embrace.

The older man spoke,”Where have you gone again son? You have been gone for weeks.”

The woman was looking at the two men, like she had been hit by a semi truck.

Rumble spoke,” Let me put some things and I will tell you everything you want to know.”

The mother spoke,”I hope that he is not selling drugs, like your brother did before he got sent to prison.”

Rumble had been in his room with the door locked behind him going through the hidden room he had made from the dead space behind his closet to hide his sports gear and all his money that he had earned over the last four years. He put up his fighting gear and put all of his money into five gym bags of various sizes. He locked the door to the hidden room. Humble shut the closet door and unlocked his bedroom door and walked back into the front room.

The father spoke,”What on Rumble Rock, do you got inside all those bags?”

Rumble spoke with a smile,”Clear the office table and I will show you.”

The parents did as they were asked and took everything off the small table.

Humble put four of the gym bags down and open it up the remaining bag in his hands. He pour

out the entire contents of the bag unto the table and was it full of sealed bags of dollar bills.

The couple's eyes about jumped out of their skulls, as he opened up four more bags filled with sealed bags. The last bag was full of loose cash that he acquired. The coffee table was completely

covered in money to the point that couldn’t even see the table anymore.

Mom spoke,”I hope that this is not dirty money.”

Rumble spoke,”No, I washed it before coming back home.”

Dad spoke,”I hope that you are not in uncle Buck’s line of work.”

Humble spoke,”No, I just did a lot of freelance work in the four state area. I just used what I knew to earn all of this.”

He wasn’t lying outright, but just omitting to what skills he had been using.

Humble Rumble spoke,”I was gone so often after school, because I working to get you two out of debt. We had racked up a lot of medical bills, due to Mom’s cancer. We just need to make a ration of decent sized payments every week to get out of the hole. Do this and you hopefully won’t bring any attention to us that we are wealthy again.

The family of three were in a group hug, when Rumble’s belly growled.

He spoke,” I guess that I am just hungry for a pot of good chilli.

The old couple smiled at the sound of the rumbling belly.

To be continued