late.” I baited.
“Oh yeah…who’d you wanna bet on?” He leaned in.
“I was thinkin’ the dude in tha black trunks. He seems like he can bang a lil’ bit. I was about to put ten G's on him but the fuckin’ window closed on me, damn LA traffic!” I complained.
Out comes a sweaty wad from Italian Jonnies pocket and his barely legal date begins dancing in her chair anticipating him winning some money.
“How ‘bout we make a little wager boy?”
I paused for a second then turned to the couple seated next me. I explained the situation and asked the man if I can borrow the services of his girlfriend to hold the cash. Obliged and intrigued the couple both agreed. I whipped out my money and handed it to the cute girl; Italian Jonnie did the same. Our new accountant placed it under her ass,
“I’ll keep it warm right her boys!”
With the money secured, I relaxed and enjoyed the fight. As the fight began, the two warriors eyed and circled around each other in a smooth bouncing rhythm. They measured each other with straight jabs and faints. My newfound friend jumped to his feet when his guy landed a solid body punch.
"Yeahhh!" He screamed.
My man danced back and smiled at his opponent, thanking him for giving him more of a reason to knock is ass out. He began to break down the defense of his opponent by timing his punches and countering with right hooks. By the end of the first round, my less enthusiastic friend was sitting down. He saw what I already knew...my ten thousand was bet on a superior boxer. The opening of the second round brought both fighters to the middle of the ring. My dude began to use heavy body blows to make his opponent drop his hands and set him up for a brutal head shot. His plan worked perfectly as he connected with a left hook that staggered the man. He pushed off his opponent as he attempted to hug him in an effort to regain his focus. Now with some distance to work with he hit him with a stiff jab and rocked him with a right hand lead. The ropes dug into his skin as he stumbled backward. The ropes pushed him forward just in time to meet an uppercut that almost decapitated him. His legs melted and he literally went to sleep standing up! The crowd erupted as the fighter hit the canvass and the ref began to count. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten thousand dollars, YOU’RE OUT!!
This time I jumped up and yelled, "YEAHHHH!!"
I turned to my Italian buddy, "Hey, you win some you lose some."
"Yeah that guy's a fucking bum!" He complained. "I could of done better than that!"
"Hey, I'd put money on ya." I encouraged.
I was politely interrupted by a soft tap on my arm. I turned my attention to the pretty lady holding 20 grand and giving me a congratulating smile.
"Here you go." She said handing me the stack.
"Thanks baby."
"No problem, it was a pleasure just to hold it!" She admitted. "Keep the hundred on the top...it has some extra numbers on it." She said with a wink.
"I'll do that." I responded. I peeled off five hundred dollars and put it in her palm. "Take your boyfriend out to dinner and buy yourself somethin’ nice."
"Thank you...and he's NOT my boyfriend." She corrected.
I smiled and nodded at her date, thanking him for
his services.
"You gotta good girlfriend here, you're a lucky man!" I yelled over the cheers.
"You got that right! She’s an angel! Congrats on the win!" He shouted back.
I shook the loser’s chubby hand and made my way through the crowd toward the back of the arena. I coulda’ socked him when I heard him call the man a "nigger" but what good would that do. I'd rather hit him in the pockets where he'll feel it...I never miss an opportunity to make some quick cash; that shit was too easy. I walked into the back dressing rooms and stood against the wall. The double doors swung open as the next fighters made their way to the ring. I slid in behind them as they left and went into the locker rooms.
"Wasup Sway!" I said lifting my arms in
“Oh yeah…who’d you wanna bet on?” He leaned in.
“I was thinkin’ the dude in tha black trunks. He seems like he can bang a lil’ bit. I was about to put ten G's on him but the fuckin’ window closed on me, damn LA traffic!” I complained.
Out comes a sweaty wad from Italian Jonnies pocket and his barely legal date begins dancing in her chair anticipating him winning some money.
“How ‘bout we make a little wager boy?”
I paused for a second then turned to the couple seated next me. I explained the situation and asked the man if I can borrow the services of his girlfriend to hold the cash. Obliged and intrigued the couple both agreed. I whipped out my money and handed it to the cute girl; Italian Jonnie did the same. Our new accountant placed it under her ass,
“I’ll keep it warm right her boys!”
With the money secured, I relaxed and enjoyed the fight. As the fight began, the two warriors eyed and circled around each other in a smooth bouncing rhythm. They measured each other with straight jabs and faints. My newfound friend jumped to his feet when his guy landed a solid body punch.
"Yeahhh!" He screamed.
My man danced back and smiled at his opponent, thanking him for giving him more of a reason to knock is ass out. He began to break down the defense of his opponent by timing his punches and countering with right hooks. By the end of the first round, my less enthusiastic friend was sitting down. He saw what I already knew...my ten thousand was bet on a superior boxer. The opening of the second round brought both fighters to the middle of the ring. My dude began to use heavy body blows to make his opponent drop his hands and set him up for a brutal head shot. His plan worked perfectly as he connected with a left hook that staggered the man. He pushed off his opponent as he attempted to hug him in an effort to regain his focus. Now with some distance to work with he hit him with a stiff jab and rocked him with a right hand lead. The ropes dug into his skin as he stumbled backward. The ropes pushed him forward just in time to meet an uppercut that almost decapitated him. His legs melted and he literally went to sleep standing up! The crowd erupted as the fighter hit the canvass and the ref began to count. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten thousand dollars, YOU’RE OUT!!
This time I jumped up and yelled, "YEAHHHH!!"
I turned to my Italian buddy, "Hey, you win some you lose some."
"Yeah that guy's a fucking bum!" He complained. "I could of done better than that!"
"Hey, I'd put money on ya." I encouraged.
I was politely interrupted by a soft tap on my arm. I turned my attention to the pretty lady holding 20 grand and giving me a congratulating smile.
"Here you go." She said handing me the stack.
"Thanks baby."
"No problem, it was a pleasure just to hold it!" She admitted. "Keep the hundred on the top...it has some extra numbers on it." She said with a wink.
"I'll do that." I responded. I peeled off five hundred dollars and put it in her palm. "Take your boyfriend out to dinner and buy yourself somethin’ nice."
"Thank you...and he's NOT my boyfriend." She corrected.
I smiled and nodded at her date, thanking him for
his services.
"You gotta good girlfriend here, you're a lucky man!" I yelled over the cheers.
"You got that right! She’s an angel! Congrats on the win!" He shouted back.
I shook the loser’s chubby hand and made my way through the crowd toward the back of the arena. I coulda’ socked him when I heard him call the man a "nigger" but what good would that do. I'd rather hit him in the pockets where he'll feel it...I never miss an opportunity to make some quick cash; that shit was too easy. I walked into the back dressing rooms and stood against the wall. The double doors swung open as the next fighters made their way to the ring. I slid in behind them as they left and went into the locker rooms.
"Wasup Sway!" I said lifting my arms in
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