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wanted. She let her mind go
blank and enjoyed the drive. The wheels on the pavement and the music coming
through her speakers gave her a place to escape.
* * * *
Stupid,
stupid, stupid. He cursed himself out as he paced the
length of his room feeling like a caged animal. He’d made a move and she’d
balked. And how can I blame her? He’d come on too strong and scared the
shit out of her . I knew better. She’s skittish and I’m twice her size. His anger with himself, deepened. This might be my only shot. Negative thoughts
whipped around inside his head like a dark tornado. I have to get her off my
mind.
He
left his room and prowled down the hallway looking for a distraction. The sound
of cheers out back drew him to the back door. The semi-circle of people told
him they were hosting an impromptu bare-knuckled fight. Now and then, they put
together events to earn paper, but this was a way to blow off steam. He pushed
his way through the crowd and watched as two of the prospects exchanged blows.
Equally
matched, both Taco and Flash had tall, lean builds and stood just under six
feet tall. Flash caught Taco with a hard left. Blood flew from his mouth. Taco
stumbled back. His eyes glazed. Flash seized the moment and dug into him with a
left-right combo. He finished him off with a vicious uppercut that lifted
Taco’s body off the ground. The crowd oohed . Taco hit the ground with a
thud and lay still.
Loco
stepped over his body and grabbed Flash’s wrist. He lifted it up. “And the
winner is, Flash.”
Cheers
rose up around him. Monster stepped up. “Now, who wants to challenge me?”
Silence
fell. He balled his fists, itching to relieve some tension and fight his demons
the only way he knew how…with violence. He beat the voices away with his fists
to flesh.
“I
will.” Rock stepped up. Shaved bald, the brown-skinned brother was named for
his solid, six-foot-two inch frame.
“Bring
it, brother,” Monster said rolling his shoulders.
Rock
tilted his head from one side to the other.
The
sound of crackling bones broke the hush. Boots stomped on the ground. Roars of
approval came from their brethren.
The
prospect had been around about a year and was now on the verge of being patched
in. He was steady like his name. Dependable in a pinch and pretty mellow in
temperament, he was the kind of person you were happy to have at your back.
“Holy
shit boys. We got ourselves a real battle. Get your money ready,” Loco yelled.
A
few prospects ran out, helped Taco up, and led him away, effectively clearing
the ring.
“Bump
fists gentlemen. You know the rules. No below the belt,” Loco advised.
They
bumped fists, and Monster lifted his hands to his face. They began a dance as
old as time, circling one another. He shifted his weight, keeping his body
loose, the way his father taught him.
Rock’s
fist flew out and clipped his chin.
He’s
fast. Monster countered with two blows to the body.
They
jumped apart and circled once more.
Rock
threw a punch and Monster stepped into it, relishing the feel of a fist meeting
the bones of his face as he began to pummel Rock’s body. Break down the
body, bring down the man. It’s not like my face can get any worse. Rock
hit him with an upper cut that rattled his brain. He stumbled back. Rock lunged
forward, but the movement was sloppy. Monster stepped to the left. When Rock
turned back around, he was ready for him. Monster worked his body again.
Ignoring the blows raining down around his ears, he delivered another rapid
succession of hits to his stomach.
They
continued their back and forth.
His
right eye swelled. Blood dripped from his split lip.
Rock
was looking ragged too. His lip was puffy along with his left eye and Rock spit
out blood.
Monster
grinned. Hungry for release, he stalked toward Rock, ready to unleash his
reserves. He hit Rock with a wicked right hook. The giant faltered and he went
in on the attack, like a shark that’d scented blood
blank and enjoyed the drive. The wheels on the pavement and the music coming
through her speakers gave her a place to escape.
* * * *
Stupid,
stupid, stupid. He cursed himself out as he paced the
length of his room feeling like a caged animal. He’d made a move and she’d
balked. And how can I blame her? He’d come on too strong and scared the
shit out of her . I knew better. She’s skittish and I’m twice her size. His anger with himself, deepened. This might be my only shot. Negative thoughts
whipped around inside his head like a dark tornado. I have to get her off my
mind.
He
left his room and prowled down the hallway looking for a distraction. The sound
of cheers out back drew him to the back door. The semi-circle of people told
him they were hosting an impromptu bare-knuckled fight. Now and then, they put
together events to earn paper, but this was a way to blow off steam. He pushed
his way through the crowd and watched as two of the prospects exchanged blows.
Equally
matched, both Taco and Flash had tall, lean builds and stood just under six
feet tall. Flash caught Taco with a hard left. Blood flew from his mouth. Taco
stumbled back. His eyes glazed. Flash seized the moment and dug into him with a
left-right combo. He finished him off with a vicious uppercut that lifted
Taco’s body off the ground. The crowd oohed . Taco hit the ground with a
thud and lay still.
Loco
stepped over his body and grabbed Flash’s wrist. He lifted it up. “And the
winner is, Flash.”
Cheers
rose up around him. Monster stepped up. “Now, who wants to challenge me?”
Silence
fell. He balled his fists, itching to relieve some tension and fight his demons
the only way he knew how…with violence. He beat the voices away with his fists
to flesh.
“I
will.” Rock stepped up. Shaved bald, the brown-skinned brother was named for
his solid, six-foot-two inch frame.
“Bring
it, brother,” Monster said rolling his shoulders.
Rock
tilted his head from one side to the other.
The
sound of crackling bones broke the hush. Boots stomped on the ground. Roars of
approval came from their brethren.
The
prospect had been around about a year and was now on the verge of being patched
in. He was steady like his name. Dependable in a pinch and pretty mellow in
temperament, he was the kind of person you were happy to have at your back.
“Holy
shit boys. We got ourselves a real battle. Get your money ready,” Loco yelled.
A
few prospects ran out, helped Taco up, and led him away, effectively clearing
the ring.
“Bump
fists gentlemen. You know the rules. No below the belt,” Loco advised.
They
bumped fists, and Monster lifted his hands to his face. They began a dance as
old as time, circling one another. He shifted his weight, keeping his body
loose, the way his father taught him.
Rock’s
fist flew out and clipped his chin.
He’s
fast. Monster countered with two blows to the body.
They
jumped apart and circled once more.
Rock
threw a punch and Monster stepped into it, relishing the feel of a fist meeting
the bones of his face as he began to pummel Rock’s body. Break down the
body, bring down the man. It’s not like my face can get any worse. Rock
hit him with an upper cut that rattled his brain. He stumbled back. Rock lunged
forward, but the movement was sloppy. Monster stepped to the left. When Rock
turned back around, he was ready for him. Monster worked his body again.
Ignoring the blows raining down around his ears, he delivered another rapid
succession of hits to his stomach.
They
continued their back and forth.
His
right eye swelled. Blood dripped from his split lip.
Rock
was looking ragged too. His lip was puffy along with his left eye and Rock spit
out blood.
Monster
grinned. Hungry for release, he stalked toward Rock, ready to unleash his
reserves. He hit Rock with a wicked right hook. The giant faltered and he went
in on the attack, like a shark that’d scented blood
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