The man called 'IRON'

In the wild west a guy walks in a bar and sits down for a beer. He tells the bartender he's a writer and he is desperate for some good stories about iconic characters from the west. The bartender starts telling stories of different people and tells the writer he will leave his best story for last in which the hero is a monster of a man, tall, strong as fuck muscular body and with plenty of guns strapped around him that has no mercy and kills everybody for even a minor incident. His name is **THE IRON** Few hours pass and just as he prepares to tell his last story, the ground starts shaking, bottles fall all over the bar and the horses flee from their owners. One man shouts-EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND RUN FOR YOUR LIVES-THE IRON IS COMING... People literally start jumping and trampling others trying to escape from the god damned bar. The dust settles and the whole front wall of the bar topples and in walks a monster of a man with 12 handguns strapped and his biceps almost ripping through his shirt, he sees the scared shitless writer since he was the only one left there standing in shock and tells him to get on his knees. He whips out his D. and tells the writer to blow him. The poor scared writer starts immediately. The man tells him to hurry up...seconds pass and he tells him again-HURRY UP!!! Few more seconds pass and he tells the writer a third time-'Hurry up for the love of god, if IRON comes he'll kill both of us!''