Wednesday 29 February 2012

Hominem, memento te

Booking an underground fight proved to be easier than we expected it to be. New Atlantica was thirsty for blood and Marcus Drake's new show was going to quench that thirst.

His first opponent was an average sized Asian guy. A first generation immigrant, most of us were immigrants or of immigrant descent in that city, in dire need of money for his family.

Drake dropped the fight but that did not come as much of a surprise to me. He somehow managed to put a semi decent show forth though and that got him a second fight.

He was never supposed to win that fight. The other fighter was going to have him for breakfast but Drake prevailed in the end. His win got him a semi decent paycheck; and a lot of pain.

"Get yourself fixed up and show up in three days time. Same, place, same time, give or take ..." That was the goodbye he got from the organisers.

He was bruised everywhere. His whole body was aching, his right eye was almost closed and he lost a tooth in the final round. But his bones were all doing fine, the tooth started to grow back after a while and my superhero friend was wealthier than what he was a few hours back. His first paycheck which was of some significance was quick, bloodshot and consisted of more pain than cash. But it was something.

At least for now ...

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