“That’s right, get’em!” Shelly egged Gouch on. “Kick his mothafucking ass!”
Crack!
Crack!
Thrack!
Brack!
Gouch stumbled back from the devastating blows, but caught himself, massaging his jaw. Standing erect, he listened to the chants of the audience as they egg him and Clayvon on. The eye-patch rocking fighter walked toward his opponent calmly as if he was strolling through the park.
“f**k are you doing? Kick his ass!” Shelly barked on Gouch.
“No.” Gouch told him.
“What? We had a deal!” Shelly looked at him like he was crazy. He was so close to that million dollars that he could smell it, and here Gouch was about to piss it away.
“f**k that deal, Blood!”
“You black, bug eyed, burnt face b***h!” Shelly hurled his insults. “I’ma blow your monkey ass up!” Spittle flew from his lips.
