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needed thirty-four hundred fuckin’ bucks. There was a pair of Ed Hardy Chuck’s in the mall had my name on them, and I needed to go shopping.
    “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Monkey asked as he started bouncing again.
    “Because I intend to make you bleed, boy . You might want one of your girls,” I paused and threw two slow left jabs to get him to react.
    “To call the hospital,” I threw a right uppercut that caught the left side of his jaw.
    “And get a pint on the ready,” I smiled.
    As his right shoulder faded backward, I knew what he had planned next. I stepped into his right, not allowing him to have distance between me and his right foot. A right cross to his shoulder got him to drop his left hand a little.
    And a little was all I needed.
    A left jab, follow up left hook to his ribs, and a right cross to the chin ended this fight quick.  His eyes went glassy as soon as the right contacted his chin. He was dazed, and he was done, but he wasn’t knocked out. His pride and the two girls screaming wouldn’t allow him to forfeit this fight willingly. Without an ounce of thought, the heartless part of me took over. I grabbed the sides of his face in my hands, squeezed his head, tilted my head back and looked at the ceiling.
    And growled loudly.
    Head-butting a guy in a boxing match isn’t allowed. Intentionally doing it will get points taken away, and over time will get you placed on a list of fighters which no one wants to fight. It’s a matter of respect and adherence to the rules that prevent most fighters from ever doing it.
    But we weren’t in a fuckin’ boxing match.
    I thrust my head forward as hard as I could and smashed the top of it into his face. As I felt his nose crush under my skull, I raised my head and head-butted him again. This time for touching my Chevelle.
    And threatening to butt fuck me.
    The screeching sound of Kane’s whistle reminded me it was time to stop. I let go of his head and raised my hands and screamed.
    “Who’s fucking next?” I screamed as I raised my hands in the air.
    “No takers?” I shouted as I looked around the room.
    “God damn it Ripp. Did ya have to do that ,” Kane asked as he pointed at Monkeys face.
    I rubbed my knuckles and looked down at Monkey. I’ve never been disgusted by blood, but looking at him was disgusting. He was bleeding profusely from his nose and mouth as Kane wiped his face with a towel. I looked up at the two girls who accompanied him to the fight – now standing beside Dekk in a little group.
    “Well,” I said as I winked at the blonde and flexed my pec’s, “he shouldn’t have been such a dick. And he touched the Chevelle, Kane.”
    Kane held pressure on Monkey’s nose with the towel, and shook his head lightly from side to side as he looked up. His pursed lips slowly moved to a smirk, followed by an exaggerated eye roll.
    “Good job, Ripp. Twist has got your money and your shirt. I’m gonna be with this kid for a bit, he’s pretty fucked up,” Kane said as he shifted his gaze back toward Monkeys face.
    “I’ll see The Twist then. Thanks boss,” I said softly.
    “Dekk, you ready? And you girls needin’ a ride? Your boy’s kinda fucked up,” I shouted across the mat toward where Dekk stood as I pointed down at Monkey.
    I walked across the mat in the direction of the group. As Dekk pulled his hood over his head, the blonde smiled as I approached. She attempted unsuccessfully to hide it as I got closer.
    Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Fightin’ and fuckin’ in the same night.
    “So, you girls needing a ride? I’m gonna guess Monkey will be at the hospital for a bit. Name’s Mike Ripton, friends call me Ripp,” as I spoke I reached for the blonde’s hand.
    Holding her hand out, she smiled. The brunette did her best to appear uninterested and disgusted by my presence. As her hand slid into my palm, I gently raised it to my mouth and kissed the back side.
    “So, what brings you