Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

It was over 100 degrees in the yard that day. The Skinheads were at the weight benches. Groaning and grimacing they pushded metal bars laden with the dead weight. Taking turns, lifting and spotting. Meanwhile, The Brotherhood was playing roundball using a handmade basket mounted onto the bricks of Cellblock 7. In this heat a simple spark can set off the men off like a wildfire.
On the court, one of The Brotherhood got upset with another one of his men. His temper got the best of him and he let loose of the ball hurling it at the brother that was playing dirty. The throw wasn't well placed however and it sailed clear into the weight area, took one bounce and hit the weight bar being thrusted upward from the bench. Ben “ The Iron Hammer “ Jamison, picked up the ball and walked to the middle of the circle on the court. The brother, trying to remain cool and pretending to be unafraid said “ Yo, it was an accident, I threw it at this chump over here and it got away. Im sorry man.” The Hammer’s neck started at the outer edge of his shoulders and went all the way to the top of his bald head. When he turned, his entire upper body moved, pivoting from his torso. He took the ball and placed it, rather forcefully, into the gut of the brother who winced from a quick flash of pain to the ribs but he sucked it up and recovered quickly. “I believe you.” said The Hammer, then he turned to head back toward his gang. “Hey Ben” called the brother. “ How about a game? Brothers and Skins?”
“Your on.”
“Right on man. “
With that, the embers turned from orange to a smoldering gray, and the men played it out.