BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 61 – 70

BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 61 – 70

EPISODE 64

A little over two hours later, I’m standing in the middle of the crowd ready to pu n¢h someone.

Tyrone denied me access to the dressing room. I spoke to Ricardo about it but he said that I know the rules before a fi ght, and since I’m not fi ghting tonight I have to respect them.

Then I told him that I thought something was wrong. I told him what Tyrone said earlier and I told him what the name of the album was- ‘Ready to D ie.’

What the fk is going on?

Ricardo looked spooked and tried calling DeLuca on his phone to figure out what the h’ll was going on with this new schedule change, but of course, he didn’t answer.

Then he went in and tried talking to Tyrone, but he said he shut down and won’t talk to anyone. He’s in his own little world right now preparing for the fi ght.

When I see him walk out and into the cage, I know it’s true.

He’s not Tyrone right now. He’s his own version of the Hulk.

But when I look at him and his eyes connect with mine. He gives me the look. “I got this,” he mouths.

I nod my head and pat the space above my heart. To most people, we probably look like two sappy lovers. But fk those people, I wouldn’t have gotten through these past few years without him.

He’s been the only good thing about making a deal with the D’vil.

I look at Ricardo and he gives me the thumbs up sign. “Everything’s okay,” he mouths.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

Until I see his opponent walk out.

It’s the same guy I fought last week.

Tyrone and I have a similar build for the most part. He’s 6’2 to my 6’3, but unlike my 235lbs, he fluctuates between 230-245lbs, depending on when and how long Momma comes to visit.

I smile because I know he’s on the upside of the scale due to Momma being at our apartment this entire week. Then I frown because I know that the extra weight won’t make that much of a difference against a guy who weighs 388lbs and is 5 inches taller than him.

But I can’t let myself think like that. Tyrone’s one tough competitor. We both hold the title of being the best fi ghter in the club. Which is also why we train together.

He’s never even lost a match. H’ll, if I’m being honest, he’s taken fewer hits than me now. He’s only been hit twice, two separate matches.

His secret?

When he gets close to reaching his limit…he becomes psychotic.

I’m not kidding, either. He turns into a full on psychiatric patient. To the point where he begins actually scaring his opponents. It’s why his fans call him ‘Hulk’. The guy just loses it up there.

In fact, I’d be willing to bet that Tyrone’s fi ghts bring in more money than mine do. He’s way more entertaining to watch than me. If he’s not scaring the audience to death with his antics, then he’s making them laugh by taunting his opponent.

They announce Tyrone and the crowd goes wild and I join them. “Break bad on em’, Hulk,” I call out.

He hears me say this and blows me a kss. Ricardo shakes his head and laughs and the crowd goes even crazier. The first time he did it, I wanted to pummel him, but he thought it was hysterical; and so did the crowd, so he kept doing it.

Then they introduce his shthead opponent. For whatever reason, his eyes lock with mine. I hardly ever do this, since it’s not my fi ght…but this time, I issue my own stare down, letting him know that on a personal level if he plays dirty with Tyrone…he’ll be dealing with me.

Instead of heeding my warning like I hoped he would. His lifts his pointer finger and traces it across his neck horizontally. Then he gives me a wink.

My stomach coils. Something’s not right.

I look at Ricardo, but he’s too busy whispering words of encouragement in Tyrone’s ear to look at me.

When Lou-Lou walks out on stage, I try getting her attention, but she just gives me a weird look and shrugs before wishing Tyrone luck.

Fk it. I’m walking up there myself. Maybe I can get Tyrone’s attention that way. Since I’m standing in the middle of the large crowd, I begin shoving people out of the way.

The match begins but I’m still a good few rows back. That’s when I start screaming my head off and pushing people out of the way. When they notice that it’s me and see how angry I am, they start moving with no hesitation.

I’ve never acted like this before unless I’m in the cage so they know something’s up.

I’m screaming Tyrone’s name like a lunatic but I don’t care. I look back up at the cage and what I see brings me to my knees.

Everything happens in slow motion.

The be ast is sliding a knlfe down the middle of Tyrone’s back. This was supposed to be a fi ght, not a sta..bbing. Ricardo’s going off like a mother fker on the sidelines trying to get to him, but the beast’s team of people start throwing pun¢hes and ki¢ks, attacking him.

I start scaling the cage, not giving a fk about anyone or anything, only Tyrone.

I hop on the be ast’s back and shove my fi ngers in his eyeballs so hard there’s bIood dripping down my fingers. He pulls the knlfe out of Tyrone, grunts and throws me off his back with enough force that I sIam into the cage, but I don’t care.

I get up, run right back up to him and headb utt him as hard as I can.

He looks woozy and backs up, but at the last second, he starts charging me with the same knlfe that he sta. bbed Tyrone with.

That’s when Ricardo hops on his back and I hear a cracking sound.

The guy falls limp and I know what’s been done…and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy about it.

But I have more important things to worry about.

I rush over to Tyrone. He’s shaking, and his bIood is pooling all around him. I take off my sweatshirt and tie it around his wound tight. He finally looks at me, but when he does, his eyes are glazed over, and I know he’s out of it.

I scream his name and tell him to hold on. “I can’t lose you, Tyrone,” I scream. H’ll, I’m probably sobbing, who knows.

I hear Ricardo on the phone calling for the mob doctor to get to the cage.

“Love you, J-man,” he whispers.

“I love you, too,” I say. “You’re gonna be fine. The doctor’s on his way.”

“Tell Momma I love her and Shelby…tell Shelby I love her,” he says. “I did this for her,” he whispers.

“What the fk do you mean?”

He begins nodding off but looks at me. “I made a deal with DeLuca. I asked to be out of the club. I wanted to end my contract.” He gulps in a mouthful of air. “I wanted to start my life with Shelby. She didn’t know I was doing this, though.”

“And what did he say, Tyrone?” I scream, already fearing the answer.

“He told me I had to fi ght one last opponent…and then I was out.”

I shake my head. “No. You had to know it wouldn’t be that easy.”

He begins nodding off again, but I force him to stay with me. “I know, Jackson. But he promised. His only stipulation was that I had to go a full 10 rounds with the guy you fought last week.”

His eyes close but he keeps talking. “I knew it would be a tough fi ght. I mean, 10 rounds with that be ast? You only went 3 with him. But DeLuca told me to drag it out to 10 rounds and take my h its and my punishment like a man.

But, I never thought it would end up like this. I should have, though, Huh? I mean, it’s DeLuca. Still, I didn’t anticipate being sta bbed.”

DeLuca was setting Tyrone up to be ki lled. There’s no way he could have lasted 10 rounds with that guy without defending himself.

I barely survived 3 and I did fi ght back. If Alyssa hadn’t screamed, I never would have made it past that.

Weird thing is? That be ast looked at me right before Tyrone’s fi ght, like it was some kind of personal message.

Tyrone starts shaking again and I have to hold him down in order to make sure there’s pressure on his wound. His eyes flutter and the feeling of dread washes over me.

I lower my lips to his ear and whisper, “You’re my brother and I love you. You better make it through this because I need you. Don’t you bail on me, Tyrone.”

The doctor finally shows up, declares he needs to go to a hospital right away and they take him out on a stretcher.

I sit there in shock, my eyes are still wet and Tyrone’s bIood surrounds me. It feels like my heart just got crushed into dust.

But then venomous rage fills my bIood.

And I know exactly who it’s for.

The D’vil himself.

Fk sitting down to try and talk to him. Fk laying it all out on the table for him. Fk offering him an ounce of my loyalty in exchange for Alyssa’s safety after he pulled this sht.

There’s another way to ensure that she’s safe.

There’s another way to get payback for those I love.

This ba stard has now hurt two people that I would do anything for.

Fk this club, fk his contract, and fk him.

I stare into the camera and narrow my eyes. “I’m coming for you, DeLuca,” I sneer, low enough so that only I can hear.

I see the camera move and I know he’s watching me.

Good.

BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 61 – 70

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