Chapter 12 (josh's pointo of view)
His head was pounding, throbbing, hurting. He hadn't taken a beating like that in the longest time. Only one eye was half open, and somewhat unfocused, seeing The Unknown Boxer celebrate his victory. He could feel that he was being dragged away, as he had felt his feet slide across the mat of the ring. "Josh, dude, what happened man?" It had taken a while for him to respond. "I, I...My head..." He could then hear the peoples' voices echoing in his head, as then everything went dead silent. His eyes had opened seeing that he was in his room of the sleazy apartment, his punching bag on the floor with a hole in the ceiling. "My head, what the hell?" "You blacked out." His head had quickly shifted to look at the voice, to see it was his manager. "Oh, Christ, Max. You can't do that to me." A heavy sigh had escaped his lips. "You were unconscious, we took you back here. Oh and Josh, you seem to have put on some poundage. It was heavy for me and Larry both to carry you." Josh was a bit flabby, but he didn't think it was that bad. His brown eyes had shut lightly, as he had tried to take his mind off of the pain in his head. But that didn't seem to work out that great. His eyelids had separated as he had sat up slowly. "That son of a bitch is gonna pay. I want my slave back." "Josh, calm down. I can schedule a rematch, but you need to find something of value to stake for it though." Josh had sighed once again, as Max had put a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down a bit. "Josh, look, you don't need the slave, you've got a great career, a great life, and you've got me." Josh looked at Max with disgust. "Max, how many times do I need to tell you? I'm not gay! You may be, but I'm not. You're my manager, nothing more! Live with it, deal with it!" Max seemed saddened. "I'm sorry Josh. I really am." Josh had stood up slowly, crawling out of his bed. He was still in his boxing trunks, but no shoes or socks. "You really shouldn't be walking around Josh." Max had spoken as Josh had stood up. "You should try to get some rest." "I am, Max. I just need something for my head. Maybe a Tylenol." Josh had gone through his medicine cabinet, looking for medication. He finally grabbed a box of Tylenol and popped a few into his mouth, while taking a huge gulp of water. "I really should go, so you can get some rest." Max had spoken again as he stood up. "Alright, Max. Take care of yourself." Max had walked out of the apartment, shutting the door behind him. Josh had then locked the door behind Max, as he let out a very heavy sigh. He then put his thumbs on the waistband of the shorts, pulling them down along with his underwear. He slept naked most of the time, it was a lot more comfortable. He had collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep almost instantly. That boxer... My slave... She's mine... I'll get her back... I'll get her... back...