Demon (The Mike Rawlins Series Book 1) by DeLeo Bernard Lee

Author:DeLeo, Bernard Lee [DeLeo, Bernard Lee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: YA Paranormal Thriller
Publisher: RJ Parker Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2014-03-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Match Ups

“Holy crap, Mike! Santana looks like he’s made out of stone,” Stan whispered during the formal weigh in. “I think you should have taken a couple more months off. Maybe by then Terry would be in prison where he belongs.”

Mike tried not to laugh but couldn’t squelch it with Jerry already laughing at his partner’s quip. Santana looked over at Mike from the scale with murder in his eyes.

“Terry thinks you guys are laughing at him,” Dan remarked. “I doubt that will help. Do you and Terry have some kind of history I don’t know about Mike?”

Mike shrugged. “Not from me, Dad. Some guys get themselves psyched by imagining stuff about their opponent. Maybe Terry’s one of them. He trains here in San Jose. We’ve seen him fight a couple times.”

“He takes no prisoners,” Jerry added. “He looks harder than the last time we saw him. We need a strategy.”

“Don’t get killed?”

“Thanks Stan.” Mike walked toward the weigh-in platform, slowing to allow Santana plenty of time to get clear of the area. Santana instead walked right up in Mike’s face. Despite his friends’ reservations about Santana, Mike matched with him on nearly every level of conditioning. Mike was a bit taller while Terry was a bit wider. “Hi Terry.”

Santana poked his finger into Mike’s chest. “Are you and your girlfriends over there laughing at me, punk?”

“Are you calling me stupid?”

“I didn’t call you anything, ass-wipe!”

Mike grinned. “You’re asking me if my crew and I were laughing at you so you must think I’m stupid. Think about it, Terry. What fighter in his right mind would make fun of an opponent he has to fight, especially in MMA? St-Pierre might have the skills to get away with it. I don’t.”

“Get outta’ my face, chump!”

Terry shoved Mike with both hands in a quick push off, but Mike was ready for it. He slid off to the side causing Terry to stumble forward off balance. Terry whipped a right back-fist in anger. Mike blocked it, stepping toward the weigh-in platform as security and Santana’s trainers grabbed Santana. Terry gestured in a rage at Mike while being pulled away from the confrontation, promising a beat down on Mike that would be legendary. Stan and Jerry danced around Santana’s escort to join Mike near the platform, leaving Dan shaking his head and smiling at the scene.

“What the hell was that all about, troublemaker?”

Mike chuckled, climbing the steps to the weigh-in officials. “Just Terry trying to drum up controversy for the match, Jer.”

Stan took Mike’s robe. “He does know we’re not getting paid for this, right?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you can still catch up to him and ask.”

“Pass.”

“I thought sportsmanship was what it was all about at this level,” Jerry commented.

“Two guys trying to beat each other’s brains out probably don’t embrace that term until the final bell.”

Stan grabbed Mike’s arm before he climbed on the scale. “Then how come you’re all cool and calm, Dempsey?”

“I’ve got so much crap on my mind it’ll be a relief to finally hit something that hits back.

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