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mat and kissed the canvas. He was victorious. I saw him looking for me in the front seats. I ran up to him. I climb up to the ring and he grabbed me so tightly. I had tears of joy in my eyes. Peter and Dan came up to us and he hugged them to. He was saying, “WE DID IT.” It was just so intense that moment. I was proud of him. It was time to celebrate. As the announcer gave the official notice that Victor had won, the Executioner was barely getting up from his defeat. He was disoriented. Victor went over to him and helped him up, making sure he was fine. Then we saw him shake hands with Victor. He was handed a checked for $500,000.00. He did it, saved the studio.
Chapter 8 –Self Defense Classes
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When we left the warehouse, we were confronted by so many people who wanted to know who the new champion was all about. Was he was going to return next year, to defend his title? He answered he wasn’t sure what he would be doing next year. They were opening doors to him that he just couldn’t believe. The Executioner was officially retired. Not because he didn’t win, because he was old news and he was no longer a winning name. Victor was new. They wanted him to fight in other different underground fights. He refused for the time being. He received a touch of celebrity status for that night. When they were asking him questions, he was also given money from some of the audience that was there to see him fight. They found out he was fighting to save his studio for the kids who went there. He had received checks from different corporations; one check was far more than the fight itself. He received $1.5 million dollars. He went to get it back and said he may not be back next year. And he told him his company wanted him to endorse their company name in the gym. Victor quickly corrected him. It is a karate studio. They were curt and said, “Whatever, just put our company logo up. Give us the address and we’ll send our company logo sign. We would be honored if you would do that for us. This check is not the actual check. It is a draft. This is my business card and if you decide to call my office and we’ll go over some paper work and the details of the arrangement. They then parted ways, leaving Victor staring at the check or draft whatever it was. It had a lot of zeros. He looked at me and I just smiled at him. Peter and Dan were telling him, “Do it, heck we can expand to open other studios. Imagine what we can do with that money for the kids.” Peter was quiet and then spoke, “Victor, man, before you do anything, get a lawyer.”
“You’re right,” said Victor. “I have no idea about this stuff. Then Victor saw me walking away and ran after me. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asked.
I told him that is was nothing. I didn’t want to stand in the way. “You earned that money and it is wonderful you are getting offers. You should look into a lawyer; I will go with you, if you want me to.”
“Of course I want you in this; we’re a team, aren’t we? He tells me. I frowned at that statement. He didn’t realized what he had just said to me. A team, oh hell no I was thinking. “Team?” I asked. Victor looked tired. He didn’t get it. so I told him I was going home. Then I remembered I didn’t have my own place anymore. We were living together. In my mind, I was wondering what was going to happen now he was getting recognized by some powerful companies. Where was US? What happened to you and me? It may spell team, but we weren’t a team. We were lovers. Had he gotten hit too much in the matches? The crowd around him was dying down. He had about twenty or more business cards. Peter and Dan had more when they told them they were with Victor.
Victor came to me and said, “Sophia, okay what’s wrong
Chapter 8 –Self Defense Classes
~~§§~~
When we left the warehouse, we were confronted by so many people who wanted to know who the new champion was all about. Was he was going to return next year, to defend his title? He answered he wasn’t sure what he would be doing next year. They were opening doors to him that he just couldn’t believe. The Executioner was officially retired. Not because he didn’t win, because he was old news and he was no longer a winning name. Victor was new. They wanted him to fight in other different underground fights. He refused for the time being. He received a touch of celebrity status for that night. When they were asking him questions, he was also given money from some of the audience that was there to see him fight. They found out he was fighting to save his studio for the kids who went there. He had received checks from different corporations; one check was far more than the fight itself. He received $1.5 million dollars. He went to get it back and said he may not be back next year. And he told him his company wanted him to endorse their company name in the gym. Victor quickly corrected him. It is a karate studio. They were curt and said, “Whatever, just put our company logo up. Give us the address and we’ll send our company logo sign. We would be honored if you would do that for us. This check is not the actual check. It is a draft. This is my business card and if you decide to call my office and we’ll go over some paper work and the details of the arrangement. They then parted ways, leaving Victor staring at the check or draft whatever it was. It had a lot of zeros. He looked at me and I just smiled at him. Peter and Dan were telling him, “Do it, heck we can expand to open other studios. Imagine what we can do with that money for the kids.” Peter was quiet and then spoke, “Victor, man, before you do anything, get a lawyer.”
“You’re right,” said Victor. “I have no idea about this stuff. Then Victor saw me walking away and ran after me. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asked.
I told him that is was nothing. I didn’t want to stand in the way. “You earned that money and it is wonderful you are getting offers. You should look into a lawyer; I will go with you, if you want me to.”
“Of course I want you in this; we’re a team, aren’t we? He tells me. I frowned at that statement. He didn’t realized what he had just said to me. A team, oh hell no I was thinking. “Team?” I asked. Victor looked tired. He didn’t get it. so I told him I was going home. Then I remembered I didn’t have my own place anymore. We were living together. In my mind, I was wondering what was going to happen now he was getting recognized by some powerful companies. Where was US? What happened to you and me? It may spell team, but we weren’t a team. We were lovers. Had he gotten hit too much in the matches? The crowd around him was dying down. He had about twenty or more business cards. Peter and Dan had more when they told them they were with Victor.
Victor came to me and said, “Sophia, okay what’s wrong
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