Tag Teamed

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(Darius)

"Hey, Boss. What's up?" I ask from the other end of the locker room. I am just wrapping up after my fight tonight. I am the Universal Fighting League Champion. I work for the Southeast Fight Club in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I have been here for over seventeen years, training to become someone worthy of my family.

"Darius, nice fight tonight kid. I need you to do a favor for me. Well, not only for me but for the gym and the team." asks Andrew Jones, my boss for the fight club. He is a fifty-seven year old man with fighting skills to die for. He was only fourteen when he won his first championship belt. He taught me everything. So I owe him my life.

"Um....sure, boss...Whatcha need?"

"Can you go up to the University of Tulsa tonight. They have a fight going on between The Barbie and Boudica. I am in need of new women blood to be spilled. So, are you up to go and get me my winner?" He finishes and then waits silently for my answer. I don't want to tell him no because I know that if I need anything he will be there. So I do what I know is best.

"Of course, anything boss. But how much you want me to give the winner?" I ask.

"$5,000, we will need the winner to be here for the tag team fight that is going down two months from tonight." he says.

"Wait, which tag team match?" I ask curious.

"I'll tell you after I have my fresh meat. So as soon as you have her, call me so we can go over the rule and have that contract signed. Can you do that, for me?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll call you when I got her." I say and head to the showers.

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Forty Five minutes later, I figure that I should call my brother and tell him that I am going to be working late tonight so that he doesn't worry.

"Dari, what's up bro? You want to chill tonight, or are you in need of some female company?" My brother Titus asks. I really hate the fact that he can seem like such a good person over the phone, but once you get to know him, he becomes an even bigger ass than he already seems.

"Sup, Tit? I was just calling you to let you know that I have to work late tonight for Andrew. I don't know what time I should be home, so don't worry about me. And also to ask you if you have heard from our little sister today. She hasn't been answering her phone all day." I ask him. My little sister Kenna decided to move out and went to live with some chicks. I really didn't pay any mind to it because I was busy working. But now that I have to head over to her school I would like to meet her before the fight and see how she's doing.

"Dude, don't freaking call me that, you know I hate it. And yes I have, she called this morning to bragg about some date that she is going on with her new man." he says with an annoyed tone. I feel the same way. I don't want my little sister dating anyone, especially one of the assholes from college. "But alright, be careful and don't do anything crazy. Call me if you need anything, and I mean anything, bro." he adds.

"Alright, man. I will. See you later." And I hang up. I have my bike with me so I decide to change and bring my car with me instead, just to be cautious. I have a 1940 Harley Davidson Shovelhead lowrider chopper bike. My father got it for me when I was twelve years old. I wasn't able to ride it until I was eighteen because of my mothers phobia of me getting hurt.

My car is my pride and joy. I have a 2014 Hennessey Venom GT. I bought it about three months ago. I had finally saw the car that was worth my money. I have other cars but this is the one that takes my mind off of things.