Billy and the Boss | Stink of Fear

Billy stood face to face with his opponent. He watched and listened as the guy tried to build back his confidence from talking shit. "What zoo did they find you at?"... "I'll make sure they drag you back under your bridge after I finish kicking your ass." ...  "How many socks you got stuffed in those panties." Billy said nothing, his eyes just boring into this assholes eyes. The more he stood there and said nothing, the more this jackass went on and on to an audience he couldn't see. 

Dex squared up in front of this behemoth.  He was so used to being the biggest guy in the room. Especially since he gone through his treatments.  After his treatment he went from 6'2 and 260 pounds to 6'4 and 330 rock hard pounds of muscle. But the monster in front of him had 2 to 3 inches of height on him, and fuck, 100 plus pounds of muscle. Even as Dex mouth spitting out insults, that tickle of fear played in his guts. Dex didn't want to accept it, but deep down he knew what this guy was. A fucking Doomtrooper. Fucking bogey men soldiers and mercenaries all heard about.  Real life Juggernauts. He had heard some guys in the corps and mercs' talk about seeing them, fighting with them, but none against them. Those who fought against them came home in a box or not at all.  All the different mercenary and bio-weapons companies were working to try to reproduce the procedure that created them. Nobody had succeeded. Dex was suppose to be a successful case of a company's effort. 

All of this ran silently through Dex's head as his mouth droned on.  His eyes locked onto the monster's inches in front of him. Those eyes bore into him. They were strange, they almost seem to glow. Dex could feel waves of heat coming off the man body, it was like he stood in front of a furnace. Heat and dominance radiated from the wall of muscle in front of him.  

The stoic face in front of him smirked slightly and said, "shhhhh", quietly. It was so unexpected that Dex actually shushed. His opponent leaned forward slightly and sniffed the air like some massive predator.

Billy's mouth smirked as he said,"You smell that?" and sniffed again.  Dex looked confused and without thinking about it inhaled. Before he can say anything, Billy continued. "Yeah, you can smell it. You're coated in it. Fear. Coming off you in waves. All this talking. All this posturing and it nothing but cover for the fear oozing out your pores. You stink of it." Billy said.

Dex felt the fear in his gut grow and twist. Just like that, those few words and this fucker tore down all the BS he had been building up inside.  Just as the fear grew and twisted inside of Dex, so a hot burning anger. 

Billy saw it blossom in his opponent. He could see the minute changes in his eyes and body language. It was almost like time slowed down itself.  The slight furrowing of his brow. The quick dilation of his pupils. Billy would have sworn his he could see the electrical impulse from his opponents brain moving down his neck, shoulder and arm telling his left hand to move.   It was crystal clear.