"What the hell is happening?" I lean over to Thatcher Stag as I see some officials hauling Ty out of the arena. He shrugs. “Surely this isn't typical after a fight?"
I hear the door slam and through the windows of the box, I see Matty running down the hall. I sigh and reach for my bag. I do a quick mental scan through Ty's contract, remembering he has a morality clause in there and specific language about instigating a fight. They're replaying the whole thing on the jumbo screen again, so I can see quite plainly that Ty was sucker punched by the St. Louis player.
My phone starts to vibrate and I see that it's Ty's agent. “Matty, what's going on?" He shouts some nonsense about a dropped stick and tells me to get down to the locker room.
By the time I reach Ty, the press is swirling aro
