“You did that to someone?” I try to keep my reaction flat as I tighten my laces.
He grins before stepping into the ring. “I’d do it again, too. The bastard deserved it, and there was a lot of money riding on that fight.”
What the f**k did Tyler get me into? Or rather, who?
I follow him and stand on the opposite side of the ring. Tyler tells me he booked the space for an hour and will probably use up the entire time. After he sets the clock and talks about the rules—three to four rounds, three minutes each—we begin. The time counts down, and I size Rampage up, noticing how he doesn’t take his eyes off me. It’s as if someone flips a switch because, in a flash, he rushes toward me. His hands cover his face before laying into me with so much f*****g power, I almost lose my breath. After a f
