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This book is written in a true southern dialect, from a true southern person. Therefore, it is NOT going to have proper grammar.
PROLOGUE
LOX
LAST NIGHT’S FIGHT
This little shit thinks he’s something. He’s over there jumping around like his ass in on fire or something, and he likes to talk shit, too.
I’m in my corner with Marco right before round three. “Don’t let that little shit get in your head, Lox. You got this, that fucker’s got nothing. You go back out there and show him that the best thing his momma could’ve done for him was to have his daddy use a condom or pull out.”
I hear my signal and I’m back out of my corner. He bounces around me again. “You think you’re so big and bad, Storm.” I slam my left fist into the side of his face.
I chuckle at the look on his face. “What was that, Bain? Yeah, I know I’m a badass, and I have the moves to back it up.”
I unleash on him. He can’t keep up, I just have to wear him down. He’s big and strong, but he’s not near as conditioned as I am. He’s getting winded. Today is one of the days I’m glad Marco kicks our ass like he does.
I bring my leg around, sweeping his out from under him. He grabs my arm as he starts to fall, snatching me to the mat with him.
“Finish it, Lox!”
“Yeah, come on, Storm! Finish it!”
I hear my fans and Marco yelling at me. My arm is killing me where he pulled it. Fuck. I work him over for the next couple of minutes. Suddenly, the official is pulling up my uninjured arm to declare me the winner.
Sly has the very next match so Marco has to stay out there. I’d have him check my arm but it’s probably okay, I just need to take some Advil and get some rest.
Huck is on his way out of the locker room as I enter. Some little blond is behind him giggling. He stops when he sees me and kisses her temple. “Thanks sweetie, you sure do know how to take the edge off for a man.”
She grins. “Anytime.” She winks as she turns, heading back into the arena area.
I shake my head. “Dude, really? The locker room?”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it. You wouldn’t have almost gotten your ass handed to you out there if you’d take the edge off more often.”
I shake my head. “Just get out, I’m going to shower. That little shit tonight snatched some shit in my arm. I’m going to watch yours and Sly’s matches, then I’m going to medicate and go home for bed.”
He shrugs. “All right man, suit yourself. You know the chicks will be prime for picking when we leave tonight.”
“Yeah, but I’m going to bed. I don’t feel like trying to act like I’m even interested in someone long enough to get into their pants tonight. I just need rest.”
He shrugs and goes out of the locker room.
I hit the showers, fulfill the rest of my night’s obligations and go home.
Fuck, I hope my arm is better in the morning. I hope that little fucker didn’t mess it up bad.
CHAPTER 1
LOX
Going through my usual workout with Sly and Huck has been a tough one today. Last night’s local match up was hell, the people you know are sometimes worse than strangers. I’m pretty good, I’ve had scouts looking at me for a little while now, so sometimes that makes me a bit of a target to younger or newer guys trying to prove themselves.
I’ve been to some of the bigger regional match ups and I’ve done well. I have some offers from different agents, but I’m sticking with my trainer, Marco, for right now. Vance DeMarco has been our mentor since we were just punk kids.
“Dude, you are nursing your arm and you look like shit today. Better not let Marco see that. He’ll get your ass for slacking,” Sly says as he goes through some sparring reps with his twin brother, Huck.
“Yes, I will,” Marco says loudly as he walks in. “What’s going on with the arm, Lox? This from last night?”
