Mitch Jägger

    Born on a overpopulated futuristic planet, he was born in a busy family. He grew close with his mother as his father grew more distant with his family, wanting nothing more but to bring money to the table and his wife. Growing up as a papers boy he biked around his town more often than home as he grew closer to a nearby pub... they treated him like family. 

    Years have gone by with Mitch still living at his fathers house. From the anger brought from his father he participated in school fights, then to the streets, losing his grades, and reputation. School was hard but home was worse. The only visits from his mother would only bring fights with one night being enough for Mitch. He stood up to defend his mother, causing a fight between the father and his son. Swing after swing his father was losing his sight then to a painful ringing, blurring out his vision and hearing... he was losing. His mother stood between him to stop the fight but Mitch’s fury blinded him, swinging at his father... or so he thought. He snapped back, with the raging flames behind his eyes slowly being put out as he saw his mother on the floor. She snarled at him, yelling at him to get out. To leave. The young lion turned to the door and left. 

    He’d always carry the guilt he felt, the pain he saw in their eyes... it only made him angry and confused. He’d think to himself, telling himself at the pub. “I wonder where’d I be if I had made different choices.” In that moment, he’d realize that in any moment of his life the choices he made would soon catch up to him... a moment that would could change him forever. His moment of Reckoning.

    Mitch cracks his neck, walking to his fallen opponent. Grabbing them by the throat and tossing him outback to finish the job. He glared at his enemy. Broken nose. Busted jaw. chipped teeth. Bloodshot eyes. With one last kick to the face to finish it. He had never lost a fight. Not now, not ever. He wiped his scrappy face and looked to the crowd to find where his money is. He collects his bets and makes his way out.

    The lion had flunked school way before the fights, hanging out with a bunch of nobodies that would enjoy the high life and whatever’s left on his credit card. He needs money fast but no ones willing to challenge him... not after what he did to his last opponent. At the bar he recognizes a face, a childhood friend, Wade. As soon as he grabbed his left over cash he tried to find him... but he was gone. Mitch ran out of the bar, running for that window of opportunity until he tumbled onto him, dropping his cigar as the two finally recognizes each other.

    Mitch hasn’t felt real in a long time. He’s been staying over Wades apartment for the time being only till he got his shit together. Eggs and biscuits at last, he had missed those genuine heart to heart moments but this morning wasn’t going to be one. He jolts up, a banging at the door. Wade goes ahead and answers it, a group of men, laughing and snarling. Mitch couldn’t hear much but it wasn’t good, he had lost his jobs, and Wade was running short on his money. They had finally left as Mitch stepped out with Wade’s face buried in his arms over his kitchen counter. Mitch had his last chance, one last bet.

    Mitch had wrapped bandages around his wrist and knuckles, cracking his neck as he looked over at his opponent that stepped into the circle from the dark with the ceiling lamp dimly lighting the small arena. Twice his size. Massive. Mitch didn’t care. A heads a head. Just like the rest of them. The crowd cheered as they shouted “Tooth basher! Tooth basher!” The two brutes lock in each others glares. 

The referee repeated the rules Mitch had known for long enough with the bells chiming his fate. A loud roar filled the basement with Tooth basher rushing at the lion, Mitch evading his swing that could’ve lost his head right off... something was off. Unresponsive. Lost. Confused. Wade screams from the crowd for Mitch as he glanced at him but then a hard swing from a Boulder brings his skull down to the floor. He hadn’t realized and remember his head slamming to the floor. He doesn’t remember his legs buckling. He doesn’t remember being thrown into a concrete wall. He’d only remember waking up on the couch with the lights blaring from the outside window.

He’s lost his edge. His anger. His rage. His hate... was that really all he was? Wade shook him asking if he was okay and he wasn’t sure.

[an eye for an eye WIP.]

[Time skip]:
    A wet and dark night looms over Mitch. He walks along the ruined sidewalk, trash bags at every block with the buildings soaring high. Blinding lights blaring into the storm clouds to break free from it. He’s running low and needs something to fight. He walks into an ally behind an apartment complex, looking out to the nearby street with the billboards displaying the latest news... the shittiest food items on the block... and an ominous wanted post of another feline with a price tag over his head, Left handed, Golden fur, and a scar across the side of his head. he looked familiar Mitch has known or rather seen nearly everyone around town who’s been in that pub and it sounds like cash.

    The same night he goes to grab a drink, walking into the pub he’s known for and sits down on the stool. Something clicked in him, his ears flickering as he knew how many felines were present, 6 then 5 then 4 then 6 then to 3. He glanced around and spotted a average sized cat smoking next to the exit, beanie, golden fur and holding the cigar with his left hand. Easy money.

[More to come]