Jayce Wright
One hit then two then three. Their breathe against mine. No matter what there is only me and them. The cheering and screaming from all my people. Some people hate that me and those that see me as victorious. I am the one and only Jayce Wright. Unstoppable fighter of the century.
" You did amazing Jayce," some guy put his hand around my should.
" Who the hell are you," I snapped at this idiot.
"It's me. . . Your old pal?" I shrugged him off and headed to the limo waiting for me. He pulled my shoulder to face his ugly face.
"Wait! You have to do what I say. I can ruin you." He shows on his phone a picture of a woman in my bed with me. It was the same woman who bribed me for money.
Her top was off and her bottom was covered with the blanket. How she layed there made me sick. I remember waking up and she was still there. It pissed me off so much that I dragged her out literally by her hair.
I reached out my hand outside. Gripped the phone till it slipping to the ground piece by piece. The way the pieces slice my hand makes me feel a little at ease. The blood slowly drips to the ground and I drop the rest of the pieces.
" What evidence does a pathetic man like you have against me. Drive before I become the most wanted." and the window slowly went up and away we went from these people.
"This may be out of line sir but shouldn't you be nicer to them. What if they stab you in the back."
"Whats the difference from them doing it now than later down the road." I looked down at my phone to see the time. A notification shows up.
" Of course she's text me." I turned off my phone before arriving home.
"Oh hello deer. You know you should answer more." She appeared in my doorway.
"What do you want Auntie?"
"Why are you so mean to me," She rubbed her self against me and pouted.
"Your pathetic old hag." I grabbed her hair and she forced her fake lips onto mine. I threw her and slapped her.
"HOW DARE YOU! I RAISED YOU TO BE HANDSOME AND RICH AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME."
"You raised me by sticking your filthy hand down my pants and told me that's how you show love. Don't act like Teresa bitch."
The guards took her away as I took a cold shower. That night all I thought about was every punch. Every movement I had and so did my competition. It was breathtaking.
Nothing can stop me from keeping fighting. Not my dead family. Not my business or any broken bones I've gotten or will get.
