and I get the idea that these two fighters actually like each other. He walks up to me and plants a long passionate kiss on my surprised lips. Once again I’m taken by surprise at his behavior.
“Hey Rocks I heard there was some special torture prepared for us low life fighters. You hear anything?”
“No, but it’s a little odd that we’re about to fight and we don’t even know the pairings.”
“Yeah,” Jake begins. “I thought that was pretty weird as well.”
I’m about to ask Jake if something is wrong when the event’s promoter shows up.
“Ladies…friends of fighters, time to go find your seats.” Then he turns to the fighters. “Fighters, follow me.”
Jake turns to me. “Next time we speak I’ll be a professional fighter with representation… again .”
This time when he moves in for a kiss I don’t recoil. In fact I meet his lips, his passion with my own matching passion. When we finally pull apart I hear Jake’s friend Rocks.
“Whew! I’m going to need a cigarette after that one.”
“Luck.” I say to Jake as he walks away.
“Luck? I don’t need luck, I’m fighting this asshole.” He shoots one more smile in my direction and turns to follow the promoter. They disappear into a room and I follow the others into the tiny arena to wait for the fights to begin.
I find my seat just in time before they dim the lights. As I sit and wait for Jake to come out I have to wonder what I am doing here. I was supposed to be done with fighters, done with the life, yet here I am in The Punisher’s corner waiting for him to fight. Then it’ll be up to me to put him back together afterwards; especially if he loses. Do I really want to go down this road again?
Before I can pursue that line of thought any further a light comes on over the cage and an announcer, two referees and two ring girls stand at the ready. I wait as the announcer introduces each fighter on the card for tonight’s first fight. Oddly the first fight is billed as The Last Man Standing . Isn’t it always the last man standing in the ring who wins? Kinda redundant. It’s not until the third fighter is announced when I figure out what’s going on here. It’s going to be a three man free for all and the winner will literally be the last man standing in the cage. The three fighters for the night’s opening fight is Jake, Randy Rocks, and someone who goes by the name of The Flash; how original.
As Jake walks past me and prepares to enter the octagon I catch his attention. “Did you know about this?” I shout above the crowds enthusiastic cheering.
He shakes his head. He’s as mystified as I am. After the last man is announced the three men step into the cage and are met by the head referee. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but the men are nodding their heads. Next, the two ring girls approach the refs with something in their hands. To my surprise they proceed to blindfold the three fighters. The crowd goes wild. Clearly they’ve never seen this before. I guess when you don’t have a sponsor these are the kind of bizarre situations you find yourself in. Just before the start of the fight an old African American man takes a seat beside me.
He extends his hand to me. “I’m Jamarcus, The Punisher’s trainer.” He flashes me a huge smile. I like this guy.
“I’m Christine…fan. I’ve heard about you. What’s going on here?”
“Your man Jake is basically on the Blood Sport Circuit and he’ll be on it until Crossfire or somebody signs him. The trick is to get out of the circuit as fast as you can. It’s brutal and the promoters are always trying new and dangerous things to sell tickets. They have to find some way to compete for their share of the dollars getting spent on fighting. The big three organizations, Surge, Crossfire, and Cold Steel get the lion’s share so the little guys do shit like this to pull in more ticket sales.”
“Is it that way everywhere?” I ask.
I’m not necessarily that
“Hey Rocks I heard there was some special torture prepared for us low life fighters. You hear anything?”
“No, but it’s a little odd that we’re about to fight and we don’t even know the pairings.”
“Yeah,” Jake begins. “I thought that was pretty weird as well.”
I’m about to ask Jake if something is wrong when the event’s promoter shows up.
“Ladies…friends of fighters, time to go find your seats.” Then he turns to the fighters. “Fighters, follow me.”
Jake turns to me. “Next time we speak I’ll be a professional fighter with representation… again .”
This time when he moves in for a kiss I don’t recoil. In fact I meet his lips, his passion with my own matching passion. When we finally pull apart I hear Jake’s friend Rocks.
“Whew! I’m going to need a cigarette after that one.”
“Luck.” I say to Jake as he walks away.
“Luck? I don’t need luck, I’m fighting this asshole.” He shoots one more smile in my direction and turns to follow the promoter. They disappear into a room and I follow the others into the tiny arena to wait for the fights to begin.
I find my seat just in time before they dim the lights. As I sit and wait for Jake to come out I have to wonder what I am doing here. I was supposed to be done with fighters, done with the life, yet here I am in The Punisher’s corner waiting for him to fight. Then it’ll be up to me to put him back together afterwards; especially if he loses. Do I really want to go down this road again?
Before I can pursue that line of thought any further a light comes on over the cage and an announcer, two referees and two ring girls stand at the ready. I wait as the announcer introduces each fighter on the card for tonight’s first fight. Oddly the first fight is billed as The Last Man Standing . Isn’t it always the last man standing in the ring who wins? Kinda redundant. It’s not until the third fighter is announced when I figure out what’s going on here. It’s going to be a three man free for all and the winner will literally be the last man standing in the cage. The three fighters for the night’s opening fight is Jake, Randy Rocks, and someone who goes by the name of The Flash; how original.
As Jake walks past me and prepares to enter the octagon I catch his attention. “Did you know about this?” I shout above the crowds enthusiastic cheering.
He shakes his head. He’s as mystified as I am. After the last man is announced the three men step into the cage and are met by the head referee. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but the men are nodding their heads. Next, the two ring girls approach the refs with something in their hands. To my surprise they proceed to blindfold the three fighters. The crowd goes wild. Clearly they’ve never seen this before. I guess when you don’t have a sponsor these are the kind of bizarre situations you find yourself in. Just before the start of the fight an old African American man takes a seat beside me.
He extends his hand to me. “I’m Jamarcus, The Punisher’s trainer.” He flashes me a huge smile. I like this guy.
“I’m Christine…fan. I’ve heard about you. What’s going on here?”
“Your man Jake is basically on the Blood Sport Circuit and he’ll be on it until Crossfire or somebody signs him. The trick is to get out of the circuit as fast as you can. It’s brutal and the promoters are always trying new and dangerous things to sell tickets. They have to find some way to compete for their share of the dollars getting spent on fighting. The big three organizations, Surge, Crossfire, and Cold Steel get the lion’s share so the little guys do shit like this to pull in more ticket sales.”
“Is it that way everywhere?” I ask.
I’m not necessarily that
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