transferring him to a
back board. They’ve got a collar on his neck to protect his spine and are
administering oxygen. Suddenly I’ve got a déjà vu from the first fight I saw my
brother in. I seriously hope he hasn’t killed another fighter.
In the middle of the celebration in the cage Mike White
from Surge enters the throng and congratulates my brother. Then he hollers
something in his ear Caleb pumps his right fist in triumph! Then everyone
around him is jumping up and down and hollering to one another.
“Looks like your brother just became Surge’s new
superstar.” Molly says to me.
“You’ve got a little something here.” I reply, pointing
to the corner of her mouth.
She actually has a little something all over her face and
neck. It’s going to take some washing to get the smell of blood out of her
hair.
“You don’t think…” I begin.
“No he couldn’t have killed his second opponent.” Molly
reassures me.
“You’re right.” I reply. “He was just knocked out and
they’re just taking extra precautions given how bloody a fight that was.”
We say our goodbyes and return to write up our stories
and get cleaned up. Once in a while I actually enjoy the fights but tonight was
just too brutal for me. I feel like I need to go home and wash my eyes. There
are some things you wish you could un-see and tonight is one night I’d love to
erase from memory. This is gonna cause some nightmares; I’m sure of it.
Chapter Six
The Good, The Bad, and The Confused
The Bad…
It’s Saturday night again and this time Marc and I are
going to have a real date. The last one began and ended on my couch so tonight
we’re really going to go out of my house. The plan is for him to pick me up at
8:30, but we’ll see how early he is going to be tonight.
As usual Marc arrives early…very early. While I can
understand his desire to make sure he’s not late, arriving nearly an hour early
puts a lot of stress on me even though he tries his best to stress that I
should feel no pressure and he is totally fine waiting in his car. I can’t do
that of course; I’m not a total heel. So now I have him sitting on my couch in
the living room sipping a club soda while I try my best to relax and get ready.
Before leaving my room I wisely leave my cell phone in my
dresser drawer. Since I haven’t figured out what to do with the video, it’s
still on my phone and that puts me in danger. Before leaving the safety of my room
I take a deep breath and rearrange my face into a pleasant smile. When I walk
into the living room he matches my smile and sets his drink on a coaster. We
great each other with a nice soft kiss and hand in hand we walk to his car. So
far so good.
Tonight we’re eating at the Macaroni Grill. It sounds
like a cheap pasta place but it actually has one of the best T-bone steaks in
town and for a great price. Together with garlic mashed potatoes and greens it
makes a fantastic meal. Points for remembering I love this place. He has always
been very thoughtful and detail oriented and I like that about him. I don’t
have to drop atomic bomb sized hints about stuff I like. He picks up on the
little stuff and it makes most of our time together stress free for the most
part.
We’re just pulling into the restaurant parking lot when I
notice there are old people everywhere . The lot is full of course and we
wait patiently as an elderly couple get into their car, get situated and slowly
back out. Marc backs up to give them plenty of space to maneuver and that’s
when trouble finds us. Before Marc can put the car into gear and move forward
this bright red Ferrari flies into the lot and steals our place right out from
underneath us. While that kind of behavior does piss me off, it’s not the end
of the world for me, but apparently for Marc tonight it is. He pulls his
Chevrolet Cruz right up and parks right behind the sports car and gets out.
“Marc,” I protest. “You can’t do that.”
“I just
back board. They’ve got a collar on his neck to protect his spine and are
administering oxygen. Suddenly I’ve got a déjà vu from the first fight I saw my
brother in. I seriously hope he hasn’t killed another fighter.
In the middle of the celebration in the cage Mike White
from Surge enters the throng and congratulates my brother. Then he hollers
something in his ear Caleb pumps his right fist in triumph! Then everyone
around him is jumping up and down and hollering to one another.
“Looks like your brother just became Surge’s new
superstar.” Molly says to me.
“You’ve got a little something here.” I reply, pointing
to the corner of her mouth.
She actually has a little something all over her face and
neck. It’s going to take some washing to get the smell of blood out of her
hair.
“You don’t think…” I begin.
“No he couldn’t have killed his second opponent.” Molly
reassures me.
“You’re right.” I reply. “He was just knocked out and
they’re just taking extra precautions given how bloody a fight that was.”
We say our goodbyes and return to write up our stories
and get cleaned up. Once in a while I actually enjoy the fights but tonight was
just too brutal for me. I feel like I need to go home and wash my eyes. There
are some things you wish you could un-see and tonight is one night I’d love to
erase from memory. This is gonna cause some nightmares; I’m sure of it.
Chapter Six
The Good, The Bad, and The Confused
The Bad…
It’s Saturday night again and this time Marc and I are
going to have a real date. The last one began and ended on my couch so tonight
we’re really going to go out of my house. The plan is for him to pick me up at
8:30, but we’ll see how early he is going to be tonight.
As usual Marc arrives early…very early. While I can
understand his desire to make sure he’s not late, arriving nearly an hour early
puts a lot of stress on me even though he tries his best to stress that I
should feel no pressure and he is totally fine waiting in his car. I can’t do
that of course; I’m not a total heel. So now I have him sitting on my couch in
the living room sipping a club soda while I try my best to relax and get ready.
Before leaving my room I wisely leave my cell phone in my
dresser drawer. Since I haven’t figured out what to do with the video, it’s
still on my phone and that puts me in danger. Before leaving the safety of my room
I take a deep breath and rearrange my face into a pleasant smile. When I walk
into the living room he matches my smile and sets his drink on a coaster. We
great each other with a nice soft kiss and hand in hand we walk to his car. So
far so good.
Tonight we’re eating at the Macaroni Grill. It sounds
like a cheap pasta place but it actually has one of the best T-bone steaks in
town and for a great price. Together with garlic mashed potatoes and greens it
makes a fantastic meal. Points for remembering I love this place. He has always
been very thoughtful and detail oriented and I like that about him. I don’t
have to drop atomic bomb sized hints about stuff I like. He picks up on the
little stuff and it makes most of our time together stress free for the most
part.
We’re just pulling into the restaurant parking lot when I
notice there are old people everywhere . The lot is full of course and we
wait patiently as an elderly couple get into their car, get situated and slowly
back out. Marc backs up to give them plenty of space to maneuver and that’s
when trouble finds us. Before Marc can put the car into gear and move forward
this bright red Ferrari flies into the lot and steals our place right out from
underneath us. While that kind of behavior does piss me off, it’s not the end
of the world for me, but apparently for Marc tonight it is. He pulls his
Chevrolet Cruz right up and parks right behind the sports car and gets out.
“Marc,” I protest. “You can’t do that.”
“I just
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