"You here to fight?"
"Shh" I dismissed whoever, watching Ferguson fight.
He was serious, sweaty, and delivering knockout blows.
I had the privilege of being able to stand right up against the ring.
Ferguson punched the person he was fighting in the side of the head and they dropped.
K.O.
I climbed up on the ring. "That's crazy because you had minimal skill the other week"
Meat-head turned around and smiled. "You stalking now, Sayvior. I know your name now and everything."
"I didn't tell you to learn it" I ducked under the ropes.
"What?" He asked, beating his gloves against his chest like a monkey.
"I want a fair fight" I said and took my gloves off of my shoulder.
"Oh, you do?"
"That's what I said"
"Where your trainer? Did you fire him?" He asked.
"Don't worry about that, it's none of your business" I let my feet slap against the mat.
He punched me in my shoulder once, and I shielded the other two with my left forearm.
I backed away slightly, and he came at me, punching me in my sides and once in my face.
I was testing him.
He punched me down and I shielded my face as I dropped, falling onto my back.
I swung my leg and hit the back of his knee, making him fold.
I hopped up, and straddled him, punching him in the face over and over again.
He blocked me and punched me in the side of the head.
He tried to flip me, but I wasn't having it.
Ferguson stopped throwing punches. "It's really hard for me to hit you when you on me like this. I seen the booty jiggle and my thang doing the wiggle"
I punched him in the face with the glove, and he punched me back, actually hurting my nose and sending me back a bit.
He managed slammed me down onto the mat and stood up.
I knocked him down again, and lay breathing against the mat. "I know you're still holding back because I'm holding back too and I'm doing fine! You absolutely fucking suck" I got out of the ring and downed two water bottles.
"I don't want to fight you like I fight niggas. You still a female. Accept it."
I grunted. "Darold, you will give me a real fight one day."
Ferguson looked at his the boy from his entourage with the braids. "You told her my name?"
"Because I asked, meat-head" I said.
Ferguson shot me a look. "You be disrespectful, but your ass the same way so I get it"
Ferguson saw the look on my face and held his hands up in defense. "You be getting so distracted when I say stuff like that. Stop loosing focus when you fight. You must not want to win bad enough."
"I do want to win bad enough. Don't tell me what I want"
"My bro trying to talk to you anyways" Ferg said and nodded his head to behind me.
I turned and looked at the dude with braids, and turned back around. "Oh."
"Oh what?" Ferguson asked.
"What if I like you, meat-head?"
Ferguson looked at his boy helplessly. "Sorry, Rocky. I gotta do it."
"I'm gay" I lied.
It would just be easier this way.
Plus, why would I want to be with a member of someone else's entourage?
"You dominant or recessive?"
"We're not talking about genes" I said.
"Yeah, but I'm tryna know what you like out them jeans"
Coach stormed into the room and walked right up to me. "You taking up fights behind my back?"
"I just came cause I wanted a rematch. He threw the first fight"
He slapped me, knocking my head to the side. "You lying in my face like that? I heard about your fight tonight. What do you call yourself doing, Sayvior?"
I sucked in my swollen lip and pushed him out of my personal space. "It's my money! I'm not splitting anything with you anymore! That's not fair to me!"
"Not fair to you?" He tried to slap me again, but I dodged the hit and struck his chest.
"Coach, stop!"
"Who the one that got you into fighting? You wouldn't be shit without me and my help. You can't even live on your own, Sayvior!"
"Stop pushing me around and forcing me into submission. All you do is hit, yell, and demand. Let's fucking trade places so I can be the one getting easy money! There's no way I should he splitting the money down the middle"
He pushed me in my chest, and I pushed him back, kicking him in the balls and stepping back.
I was going to get it.
"Alright now, Sayvior. You had your fun" He winced. "Lets. Go."
Fergenstein walked up to me. "Now I done did enough holding back. Why don't you chill on her, man?"
"I got it, Darold" I did not need anyone defending me when I could do it myself.
"I'm not asking you again, Sayvior."
I sighed. "Goodbye."
The fact that someone else was defending me would set him off.
"No, cause ain't one fucking reason he should be slapping you around. It's either I fight his ass, or get him kicked out." Ferg spat.
"I can leave by myself. Sayvior. You know when to come home." Coach said and walked out.
I waited a little longer, and went over to my stuff, packing up.
"What are you doing?" Ferg's friend asked. I forgot his name. "I know you not leaving"
"Just stay out of it, okay? It doesn't concern you" I zipped up my bag and put it over my shoulder.
"Sayvior-"
"I'm not trying to hear it, Ferg, but thanks. See you around"
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Okaaaaay, so this was originally supposed to be a Rocky story, but I like the idea of Ferg and Sayvior together, what do you guys think?
