“Oh, you’re a conceited bitch.”
“Well, how can I not be when I look this good?” I wave my hand down my body.
He rolls his eyes at me.
“So, where are we going?”
“I heard of this fight club a few towns over.”
“A fight club? I thought we were going to go dancing or something. I don’t want to see a fight.”
Jamal turns in his seat and clutches my hand.
“Please come with me. I always hear talk in the halls about this fight club and I’ve always wanted to go, but I never had anyone to go with because Kate and Lucy refused to go. I’ll pay your cover charge. This is some underground, no rules type of shit.”
I’m intrigued now.
“Okay, I like doing new things.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
Jamal pulls onto a small road, after driving for about ten minutes a big warehouse appears in the distance. It must be really crowded inside, because there are a lot of cars parked outside.
“This looks like a start to a scary movie,” I say.
“Girl, it’s going to be all good.”
When we walk to the entrance of the building, the guy standing there looks me up and down.
“It’s twenty apiece to enter.”
Jamal pays our cover charge. We walk past the creepy guy to enter the building.
“This is so exciting. Come on, let’s go to the front,” says Jamal.
There’s a large crowd, even with my heels, I still can’t see what’s going on.
Jamal grabs my hand, and we maneuver to the front of the crowd. What I see has me speechless.
“Holy fuck,” whispers Jamal.
Maverick is in the center of the circle formed by the crowd. He’s beating the fuck out of a man. Sweat drips down his bare chest. His muscles bunch and flex with each contact his fists make with his opponent’s body. There are no words to describe his body. It’s simply phenomenal. I’m mesmerized and shocked at the same damn time. I look to the left to see Dee and Nix standing next to me. Dee elbows Nix, nodding his head in my direction.
“Look who’s here.How did you find out about this place?” asks Nix, as he snarls at me.
When I give him the finger, Dee laughs.
Nix gives me a murderous look.
“Why is he fighting?” I ask.
The man Maverick is boxing could easily be a bodybuilder. The man is huge as fuck but still Maverick is too fast for him. The man isn’t making contact. Maverick’s moves are smoothly executed.
“He’s fighting to feel alive. It’s in his blood,” replies Dee.
Blood is on his face and chest. He gives his opponent a one-two punch; a body shot to the ribs followed by an uppercut. The man hits the ground hard and doesn’t move. The spectators go wild.
“Maverick the Merciless wins another fight,” says a voice over the loudspeaker.
