Both men walked forward to face each other, George hard faced and Flick grinning.
“When I’m finished with you old man, I might see what your Al’s like. Never shagged a lesbo before,” Flick laughed and kept the mocking up. George on the other hand was an old school fighter, he let his fists and eyes do the talking. Flick threw four quick punches, George blocked them all and then another two which he let hit him. Flick was dancing around like a ballerina throwing light, fast punches, his gang were cheering every blow and Flick was lapping it up, he would suddenly stop and bob his head around in front of his adversary. George had yet to throw a punch.
“Come on old man, at least make a fight of it before I end it,” he laughed.
Another three punches hit George in the face, “Stop is ‘art,” s
