Chapter 2: The Championship
His coach was yelling at him, telling him that he needed to do the best he can, or else he would lose the championship.
"Don't worry coach, The Murray, has everything under control. He'll be eating his teeth before the first round is over."
"Good. Because you have won every match so far, and I would hate for your first lose to be the Grand Championship" said Murray's coach. He left the locker room, leaving Murray all alone in the dark, run-down locker room.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see someone entering the locker room. Murray turned around and punched the mysterious stranger. The man fell to the ground and Murray jumped on top of him.
"Who are you and what do you want from me?" yelled Murray.
"Murray! Stop!" cried Bentley rolling into the room.
"Bentley? Bentley! How I missed you." Murray ran up and gave Bentley a tight hug. Bentley started struggling for breath, realizing that he was squishing his best friend, he put Bentley back in his wheelchair. "Wait, you know this guy?" motioning to the man on the floor.
"Yes! That's Eric, He's helping us find Sly." Bentley said. Eric slowly got up and held his bloody nose.
"Sorry, The Murray's fists are made to sense when there is possible danger, they know not friend or foe, just destruction."
"Eric is our 'inside man'." Bentley said
"An inside what?"
"An inside man, someone who works undercover for somebody. Eric here is in Interpol, and he's making sure Interpol isn't in our tail."
Eric's nose had finally stopped bleeding, he turned to Murray and said "Bentley and I were planning on taking you after the fight, talking to and, hopefully, pick up Carmelita. Then we were going to save Sly. Does that work?"
"Wait, you guys know where Sly is? Screw the championship, I want to see my best friend again!"
"Are you sure Murray, you've worked a long time to get this." Bentley said.
"The Murray is always sure"