Bad Boy Love

Chapter 3

Chapter  3

Jamie rode around town for a while, going all the way to the abandoned warehouse district, which is where fight clubs are usually located. He road past a building and he saw a light flash and people hurry in. He found it. It was an old gym.

The lights were dimmed out and if you weren't looking for this place, you definitely wouldn't find it. He rode in, behind the building, and killed the engine, parking his bike. He strode up to the building, examining his surroundings.

He knocked on the heavy door, which looked as if it was just installed. The eye flap flew open and a man called out "What?" in a gruff voice. Jamie took the large wad of money out of his jacket and waved it in front of the man.

He immediately unlocked the heavy bolted door, "Come on in" said the very small, very muscular, little man. He stepped in the arena and smelled the familiar scents of blood and sweat

Home sweet home.                                                                   

He continued to walk towards the table, where people were signing up for matches. "Who are you?" the heavily tattooed women asked.

"Blaze" he used the same name he always used when he fought. He got it after he set an old building on fire when he was 15 and he did a couple months in the slammer, his cellmate gave it to him.

"Well Blaze, you're new here, so you have to fight whoever is willing to fight you "She told him, handing him his number band and smacking her gum.

"Thanks" he said walking away, towards the back room to change his clothes. He entered the locker room, taking his bag off of his shoulders and changing his fighting clothes.

"What are you doing shrimp?" A man that was about twice the size of Jaime approached him chuckling. He had a handle bar moustache, a large, bald head and the veins in his neck were bulging. His face was ugly and he was heavily muscled. He was also very close to Jaime’s face.

Jaime looked around at the other men in the room. He looked back at the Ogre standing in his face and looked at the t-shirt in his hand that he was, very clearly, about to put on, then he raised his eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious what I’m doing?” he retorted back, quite sarcastically, slipping the shirt over his head.

"What it looks like you're doing is standing in my corner, about to use my locker, and sit on my bench. Now move before I crush you." the man ordered becoming red faced.

“Move me big boy.” Jaime chuckled, stuffing his belonging in “the Ogres” locker.

Jaime smiled brightly at the man, flashing his pearly whites; he bent down to tie his laces. “Oh, I'll make you” Ogre pushed him and before Jamie could give him a good swift kick to his ass, his vision of the dumb oaf was cut off by another guy.

"Whoa, guys we can settle this in the ring, all you have to do is request the fight" he said defusing the situation.

"See you in the ring, Shrimp" the ogre said, slumping out of the room and slamming the door behind him so violently that the lockers rattled.

Jaime didn't consider himself shrimpy in the lease, he was actually tan, lean, and muscular and he also had a great smile and an even greater di-, his mental appraisal was halted when, over the overhead, his stage name was announced to come to the ring.

He smiled to himself.

Show time.

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 After getting out of being grounded by telling her father the situation, Samantha decided she wanted to see Scott, she hadn’t talked to him or seen him for two weeks since he went out of town with his family and she wanted to apologize for being mad at him for not picking her up, she knew he was most likely busy. She got into her BMW, her car her father bought for her but she barely drove it.

She started the engine and it purred to life, she stroked it and decided she was going to drive it more. She sped out of the driveway and down the road to Scott's house.

Finally, she reached the large mansion glowing in the night; the many lights located around the house illuminated it so that its glory is not wasted in the night. Elaine always loved Scott's home; it was beautifully decorated with a classical feel, though his house was just as cold and unloving as hers.

She went over the apology in her head over and over because she knew Scott hated when you stutter and mess up and Elaine just so happened to have that problem. She went over it once more and decided that it would suffice.

She knocked on the door and didn't get an answer; usually his mother would meet the guest at the door with a cold welcoming smile and a plate of store bought cookies that she tried to pass off as her own, but not this time.

She tried the door knob and to her surprise, it was unlocked. She let herself in and called out for Scott, she knew he was here because his car was parked in the driveway.

"Scott!" she yelled, her voice echoing

She made her way up the steps and down the hallway.

"Scotty!" she called once again, no answer. She walked down the hallway and to his bedroom door. She heard strange noises, like someone fighting and low groaning sounds. Omg, what if he was being killed. She hurried to the door.

"Scotty?" she opened the door slowly, peeked in, and screamed.

There, on top of Scott, was Jenna bouncing her hips up and down, moaning like a wild women.

"Oh my god!" She screamed again and this time it caught the attention of the two lovebirds. "Sam, it's not what you think!" Scott yelled but Elaine was already gone, flying down the staircase and into her car.

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Jaime left the arena five thousand dollars richer and it was wearing a heavy hole in his pocket, his smile was brighter than before and even though his nose was bruised and bleeding, he felt great.

"Hey! You little bitch" the ogre screamed, half of his face was black and blue and his lip was split, he had a slight limp and he was talking funny, but he was hurrying to Jaime like there was nothing wrong with him.

"Hell there, my love. What can I do for you today?” Jaime taunted the man, while walking towards his bike.

“Rematch, right here!” he screamed, hobbling faster towards Jaime.

“The fight is done, I whooped your ass, move on.” Jaime said dryly, starting to get annoyed with the ogre, and kicking off the stand for his bike, getting ready to take off.

"I don't think so, I want another fight" he pulled out a silver metallic object and Jamie realized it was a gun. The bullet wound he got from his father ten years ago throbbed painfully and Jaime knew for a fact, he didn't want another.

“Okay, just chill out. We can have another round, just lower the gun.” The ogre lowered the metal and started for Jaime, when he got near, Jaime kicked out and the gun flew out of the man’s hands. Jaime made a mad dash for the back road, determined to get out of there. He heard the thundering steps of the man behind him and sped up.

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