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He should have known better than to unwind in a place owned by a guy named Sal. It was too text book. Sal, was a 'Big Sal' at that, who proudly displayed photos of his family behind the counter. Him and his wife on their wedding day, his two son's who both played college football, his young daughter who had just started college.
The last should have crossed his mind before he entered the gym that night. He was too busy feeling miserable and sorry for himself and the mess his life had become to notice the sharp glares he was receiving, or the unusual hush that had settled as he walked in.
Ellen Beals had meant to hurt him, and she succeeded, but not how she thought she would. Being tossed on his arse out of the sport meant little to him, it was the fact that Payson was being drug through the mud with him that stung. Mix that with the skirted question that Summer hadn't asked, and the fact that he'd managed to run her off by trying to be the good guy, well he just needed to swing at something or someone tonight.
"I'll take who ever you can throw at me tonight." he said signing the usual waver form and heading to warm up.
The first few rounds went by like normal, a fair trade of hits. He was starting to forget his issues and get into the zone when the first taunt came.
"So is it just the girls or do coach the boys too?" there wasn't any room for argument in what he was insinuating with the way he said the word 'coach'. He ignored it though, and took the opening in his opponent's right guard.
The landed blow only escalated the crude taunts.
"So what did you make her call you? Coach? Boss? Daddy? Or did you let her call you by your name?" He felt his stomach lurch, and his vision go red.
He struck out furious and fast. The world could hate him, but why the hell couldn't they just leave Payson out of it. It was bad enough that he had ended the life of one of his gymnast, did he have to ruin the life of another?
"Was it her flexibility or the feeling of a child underneath you that got you off the most?"
The stupid bastard wouldn't have stood a chance, but he wasn't alone in his views. Sasha didn't try to counter their words, he didn't try to back down or back out of the fight. A heavy foot between his shoulder blades as he blocked a right jab took him down. He tried to get back up but there were at least three of them on him at that point.
"Let them. Let them finish what should have been done to me years ago." were his thoughts as he felt his ribs crack and his vision give way to blackness.