Cyrus

12 minutes into the fight I was laying into Saint Kendrick’s ass hard with combos and lighting his ass up with elemental lightning. Still the tough son of a bitch wouldn’t go down. I didn’t have time for this shit. I faked like I was going for a knock out cross. Kendrick dodged right. I turned with elemental speeding up my movement.

With one last spinning back Kick to his ribs and I sent Kendrick’s ass flying out of the ring ropes to the judges table. The Ref finally waved his hands ending the show and I was already heading out the ring to where the Warriors were waiting for me.

Coach Grayson came into the ring frowning shaking his head and frowning at me. “What the fuck is wrong? I’ve never seen you this pissed off.”

“My ex-wife fucked with my kid’s mind and fucked me over again. I’ve got to leave the city tonight to take care of some business.”

Coach stared at me. “The C-98 shipment?”

I frowned not knowing how he knew but nodded. “I got to go now or the city won’t get the shipment in time for spring.”

Coach jerked back like I slapped him. “Fucking bitch. What do you need?”

I started to shake my head but then stopped. “My kid lives on East Middleton 6th street. If you can keep an eye out for him that’s all I need. Make sure he’s okay and walking around that’s fine. I can’t be here to watch em and I’m worried but I got to go.” I said.

Coach stared at me. “Don’t worry. We’ll look out for your kid. Handle your business.”

I nodded to him hurried out the ring and through the crowd of fans as I met up with Jason and Swan. We walked off in silence through the crowds and outside to where my truck was waiting along with a tall man in a biker all black with a his helmet on that covered his head. Standing beside a slick cherry red hover cycle.

I looked at Jason. “He the extra help from your people?”

Jason shook his head but smiled. “Nope. He’s one yours. Check out the wolf 🐺 on his belt and right breast pocket. He’s fan.”

I didn’t notice that but I did notice he had two blasters at his side and a sword at his back. He was a Nomad solo for sure. He nodded to me and held out a blaster. “You’ll need it for the trip. That was your best fight yet, Wolf. You just made me 10k ebs. I was hired to assist you. The name is Owen.”

I smiled and took the nomad’s piece. “Thanks bro. Did Goldy send you?”

Owen shook his head. “The little wolf 🐺 asked for assistance from the fans. I’m here to help keep you alive to complete your run.”

Damn it. Hearing that brought it back home to me. I had to get my son away from that bitch. But, I had get this job done first though. I nodded. “I’ll pay you back for this.”

Owen shook his head. “You’ll pay me back by going all the way to the middle weight flyer championship. Ready when you are?” He said hoping on his bike.

Jason hurried to the truck and got inside waving for me to follow him. I followed to passenger side as I saw Swan a tall dude with a Mohawk hop in black battle crusier. I got inside the truck as Jason started it up.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg