That Family- Episode 2

The Fight

The wall was pretty self-explanatory. It was a brick wall with dozens of photographs, new and old, littering it's surface. And in the center of all the pictures, was one of Cassie.

"These are all the winningest fighters to ever box at this gym," Micheal explained.

"Wait," Cassie gestured at her picture "But I've never been in this gym before. I just moved here," She pointed out.

"They caught you on a security camera, whipping this guy's ass, out front," Big M nodded at the picture of an older teen, a couple photos away from her's. "He was the win streak leader at the time. But you broke his streak, and he hasn't fought since,"

"I remember him," Cassie nodded slowly. "He stole my brother's glasses off his face, right after we moved here,"

"Is that what it was?" Micheal laughed. "Nobody knew if you actually had a reason for kicking his ass,"

"I always have a reason. Whether or not the reason is publicly acceptable, is another matter," she informed him grimly, then turned back to the wall. "So who's got the longest win streak now?"

The Big M motioned at a picture of himself, next to hers. "You're looking at him. 22 and counting," he puffed out his chest.

"Do they have a ring here?" Cassie asked, grinning sideways at him.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Cassie!" Jakob rushed over, with Tyler limping along behind her.

"Hey Jakob," she greeted him."Look. I'm on the Wall for beating this guy up outside,"

"Isn't that the guy who stole Leo's glasses?"

"Yep," Cassie confirmed, straightening the picture with an air of pride.

"And who is this?" Jakob asked, staring daggers at Micheal.

Cassie sighed, exasperated. "Jakob please don't start th-"

"I'm your big brother, I have a right to know everything about anyone you hang out with," Jakob turned to glare at the, just barely shorter, Big M. "Your name,"

"My friends and admirers call me the Big M," Micheal smirked.

"Why?"

"Because my name is Micheal, and I've got big muscles," he flexed, defining his muscles for the room. Tyler swooned.

"So does the M stand for Micheal, or muscles?" Jakob rose his eyebrow.

"Kind of a package deal," Micheal shrugged.

"Riiiiiight. I don't approve. Come on Cassie, let's go," Jakob grabbed Cassie by the forearm, and started homewards. But he was jerked to a stop, when Cassie refused to move.

"No," she yanked her arm free. "Micheal and I are going to fight,"

"You're what?"

"We're what?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "I'm going to end the Big M's win streak,"

"Aren't there rules that separate men and women fighting?" Jakob demanded.

"If there are," Tyler grimaced "it's for our own protection,"

"Doesn't matter, does it Micheal?" Cassie grinned.

"If you say so," Micheal grinned back.

"You can't Cassie," Jakob said desperately.

"You say that like you can stop me," she replied.

"I will carry you out of here," he said.

Cassie's eyes narrowed. "If you touch me, I'll grab one of your testicles and squeeze it in half. Then you'll have four nuts,"