The street was crowded that day. People in a rush everywhere. A normal day for most, but it would not be a normal day for two people. Mr. Red Shirt was strolling down the busy road, dodging people left and right. He was just passing the coffee shop when all of a sudden a man in a blue shirt rammed his shoulder right into his chest.
"What the fuck!" Red Shirt yelled.
"Watch where you are fucking going!" Blue yelled back.
"Mother fucker!" Red yelled as he shoved blue into a group of oncoming walkers.
"Ah fuck!" Blue recovered his balance and shoved back at red. A circle began to open up in the crowd of people, as they realized a confrontation was beginning.
"You fuck face" Red landed a punch in Blue's stomach.
Blue mumbled a curse (fuck) as he doubled down. It took him a moment to recover, and he charged right at Red, wrapping his arms around him, and tackling him to the ground. He sat up, atop Red. "you stupid mother fucker," he yelled as he pummeled him in the face.
Red only allowed himself to be hit 3 times, then rolled out from under blue. He quickly stood up and backed up a minute to compose himself. Then he recoiled at blue, dodging a punch, then returning an elbow to his face. Blue stumbled back. Red grabbed him by the collar and flung him right through the front window of the coffee shop.
"Take that fucker!" He yelled as he followed him in to the shop. People were scattering everywhere, getting out of the way. Blue was still lying on the ground, woozy from having been thrown through a window. Red pinned him down and started delivering blows to his face.
"you (punch) fucking (punch) piece of shit (punch) mother (punch) fucker (punch)!"
Blue just lay there, blood oozing from fresh wounds on his face.
"That's why you don't mess with Ben Sanchez, you mother fucker!"
He kicked him in the face, then walked out.
