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slight nod. He did know how to fight and he would not hesitate to do it if necessary. He looked around again, assessing the situation, but Leo, Mickey, and the other man all maintained a relaxed posture.
    Mickey smiled and raised his fists as if putting up his dukes. "With your fists, kid," he said. "Can you fight with your fists?"
    Brock looked down again before answering. "Yes sir, but I prefer not to."
    Mickey laughed again. "Well, it might be your lucky day. I'm in a bit of a bind, and you might be just the man to help me out. We do a little bare-knuckle action once a month, and my boy who was supposed to fight, uh, he can't make it. You see, I enjoy these fights, and I stand to make a lot of money if my guy comes out on top."
    "I'm not your man for that type of thing," Brock said, shaking his head.
    "Then I'm not your man for the ring," Mickey said with finality. "Good day Mr. Rollins."
    "Did you hear me when I offered to pay you more than the ring was worth?" Brock asked, unable to believe the man wasn't being reasonable.
    "Did you hear me when I said I didn't need your money? I'm asking you to fight for it."
    Brock wanted to unleash on Mickey, but he had no idea where the ring was and figured agreeing to this fight might be the easiest way to resolve the situation. "So you're saying if I do your bare knuckle fight, you'll give me the ring?" he asked.
    "I'm saying if you win I'll give you the ring. A win, plus a piece of art for my lady. You can forget the money Tyler owes me if you agree to those terms." Mickey smirked at Brock. "Do we have a deal?"
    "So you'd just forgive the debt Tyler owes you and give me back the ring if I win?"
    "I hate the idea of canceling our main event, and I stand to make a lot of money if you win, so I wouldn't call it forgiving the debt ."
    "And what if I lose?"
    "Then I'll lose some money, and you'll go home without your precious little heirloom. But you won't," Mickey added. "I can see in your eyes how bad you want it."
    "When's this fight supposed to take place?"
    Mickey looked at his watch. "Four hours."
    "Tonight?" Brock asked disbelieving.
    "I thought I made that clear when I said my guy had to back out."
    "You didn't say it was today," Brock said.
    "It's today," Mickey said. "You in or out?"
    "If I win this fight, you give me the ring tonight?" Brock clarified.
    "Yeah, but I still want that custom piece for my lady since she's gonna be mad at me for giving away her ring."
    Brock cringed inwardly at the way he called it 'her ring'. He imagined the hurt in Trish's eyes when she spoke about it, and hated anyone else thinking it was theirs.
    "And if I refuse?" he asked one last time.
    Mickey threw his hands into the air. "Then you can leave," he said. "I don’t need whatever amount of money you want to offer. I had my heart set on a fight tonight, and you seem to fit the bill. Plus, you're playing for something special to you, which means you'll have heart. That always makes for the most interesting fights."
    "How do I know you have the ring?" Brock asked.
    "You'd be pretty stupid coming here if I didn't," Mickey said.
    "I want to see it," Brock said. "I want to make sure you have it with you when I fight tonight, and I want your word that you'll give it to me when I win."
    Mickey busted out laughing. "My word ," he said. "You get a load of this kid?" he asked Leo. "My word ," he muttered. "My word doesn't mean anything, kid."
    "Yes it does," Brock said. "I want to see that you still have the ring, and after that, I'll go on your word that you'll give it to me."
    "And what if I lie to you?" he said, still smiling.
    "You'd regret that," Brock said. "But you won't."
    Mickey gave him a nod before looking at Leo. "Go ask Sheila for that diamond cluster ring with the wide band," he said. "Tell her I need it for tonight, and if I wind up losing it, then I promise to make it up to her."
    "She's not gonna like me for that," Leo muttered.
    "Whose side are you on, anyway?" Mickey asked. "You're