“Usually, adults solve their differences by having a civilized conversation,” Drew deadpans.
“I’d rather beat Jensen black and blue.”
“You talk a lot of shit, little brother. Perhaps you forgot I laid your ass out last time.”
“I’m not an eighteen-year-old kid anymore.”
“No, you’re a thirty-eight-year-old degenerate.”
“Dude, that’s harsh,” Drew says.
“She would’ve taken my offer if you hadn’t interrupted us.”
“Enough talking,” I shout.
We square up against each other.
“Ahh, hell.” Drew sighs and hastens to the corner of the ring.
“You need to be knocked down a peg or two,” Jensen snarls.
“After this ass whooping, stop meddling in my fucking life.”
I position my legs shoulder-width apart and place my left foot a half step ahead of the right. Jensen holds his right fist beside his chin and tucks his elbow against his rib cage while holding the left in front his face. I strike quick, jabbing him in the nose.
“Fuck!” Jensen bellows, blood spewing from his nostrils.
“You’ve lost your edge, big brother,” I taunt.
He throws a punch, but I rotate my body, avoiding a blow to the head. I counterattack with a right hook, but Jensen parries, successfully evading the hit. Our skills are indicative of the lessons taught to us by our father as children.
“My edge is as sharp—”
I deliver an uppercut, and he crashes to the canvas. “What were you saying?”
“Goddamn, I felt that,” Drew says.
“Shut the hell up,” Jensen growls.
He swiftly hops to his feet and attacks, scoring a jab-cross combo to my face. From there, the brawl escalates. Blood and fists fly. I manage to maneuver Jensen against the ropes and batter his torso. A powerful blow is landed to my diaphragm, knocking the wind out of me and allowing Jensen to gain the upper hand. He tackles me to the canvas and straddles me.
“Guys, enough.” Drew tries to separate us.
I block Jensen’s descending fist and retaliate but miss my target, socking Drew in the groin instead.
He hunches over, clutching his cock and releasing a bloodcurdling roar. “Sweet baby Jesus! My chances of fatherhood are ruined!”
Jensen and I erupt into laughter.
“You assholes think this is funny?” He staggers out of the ring. “I’m telling Mom.”
“There’s ice in the freezer,” I say.
“Fuck off.”
Jensen moves to a sitting position. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
I push up on my elbows. “No more interfering in my business.”
