Ben sat at the bar, he was trying to quickly get as drunk as possible. The whiskey and synthweed was doing it's job, Ben was starting to feel abit light in the head. He was hoping that would be enough to get him through this fight.
Ben was not your typical Rogue, and even though he had risen to the rank of Under boss, this type of activity had never been something he enjoyed, but the Boss had told him he was doing it, and so there wasn't much argument to be had about the whole thing.
Ben had heard of this Tony Romero he was a young up and comer in the DPL, probably trying to test out the boss, see just what it would take to get the job himself. God how Ben hated these type of macho displays, but in the end, he was a Rogue and he had to do what needed to be done.
Saunders had gotten one of his men to do a little scouting on his opponent, and as he read what James had observed, he shivered just a bit "six foot 2 inches, wiry and lithe. His speed is what will make you hurt." The thought didn't make Ben all warm and fuzzy, that was for sure.
The announcer said his bit, and the two combatants moved into the designated area, the bell rang and the two men started circling, feeling each other out. Romero threw a left hook, missing by about a hair, Ben responded with a right uppercut, drilling the younger man in the jaw, stunned, Tony fell back, but then came back, and began to show off his speed. Landing punch after punch, Romero began to take the advantage, and Ben was starting to get a bit tired of the whole exercise. As Romero lifted to throw yet another punch, Ben jumped, throwing himself into the larger man and knocking them both to the floor. Ben quickly pinned the man's shoulders with his knees, placed both thumbs Tony's eye sockets and firmly pushed. Romero tensed, and then fell limp.
Ben stood up and walked slowly back over to the bar for another drink.