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The large man sitting on the wooden bench, bare-chested with his upper body full of decorative tattoos of souvenirs from his every kill, and his huge arms muscles bulging under the strain of his opponent trying to force his hand down preened under the adulation of his cheering fans. He drives so much pleasure in confirming his masculinity when he defeats the men that challenge him to arm wrestle in this bar. He has been coming here for years and used the bar as an escape from the shitty life he lives. He was a man that thrives under violence and chaos which is provided to him by the men who contract him to kill for them and here is where he comes to unwind from all those killings and violence. For a few months now he hasn't had any job and he is getting antsy, and the little excitement provided by these challenges and the exhilaration from the crowd is what is keeping him from going bat shit crazy. 

He looked at the guy sitting across from him. He was big but he was bigg