Logan stalked about the town. His curiosity would not be quieted until he knew his what his brother was doing. He wasn't as dumb as Victor thought and there was no way that he was making almost $50 a month working five days a week on and only occasionally overnight. Heck Logan worked 8 hours a day for six days a week and he didn't even make that.
It was amazing to see the town so clear. Everyone at work and such. Where he should be but he needed to know where his brother was going and how he was getting this money.
x
Vic popped his jaw back into place and panted, "How many more fights Terry? I need to do laundry today."
"You need to get you a missus," the manager snickered, "We can get another one in until they come back. But if they do we can move the ring to the other side and get two more in for the day."
"And for the night?" Bernard winced and applied some ice to his bruised cheek.
"Three tonight. With our money slinger here we're making twice as much." he smirked and looked to his two fighters as the other two fought on stage.
At least there was six of them. That meant that they all had to 2 fights today. Just fine by them. More money each fight, especially at night, plenty of men wanted to unwind and watch others tear themselves apart. Times haven't changed too much since the coliseums.
"Cops are coming, fold up," a guy told them.
"Benny, young 'en, fold it up and we got an hour recess," Terry closed the case and gave the cue for the guys to wrap their fight up.
"Buy you a cola?" Ben looked to Victor as they quickly folded.
"I won't turn that down. Gonna get me a sandwich. Nothing takes energy out of a man faster than being and giving beatings," he started moving quickly.
x
"How'd the date with the little lady go?" Vic took a bite his ham sandwich.
The older man smirked, "She's lovely. Just as beautiful up close as afar. I think she's a really good woman."
"Happy I could help make you feel more complete," he muttered, continuing to eat.
He smiled, "I'm going to ask her to marry me." The man had been dating his lady for about six months now.
Vic smiled, "I'm happy for you."
"Decided I'd let you know before anyone. I'm gonna leave fighting and find a better job soon."
"Seems like a good job to me."
"Is that why you haven't told your brother yet?"
"Don't you worry about me, ok. I'll get around to telling him when I tell him. He doesn't seem to mind that bills are actually evenly split, I sure don't mind." he shrugged and finished his sandwich.
"When do you plan on telling him? Seems like you've had plenty of time, you're just stalling."
"Once again, you don't need to worry about me. I hate when Jimmy does it enough," he told him, sipping his soda down, "I bring money home and I'm not stealing, that's all that he needs to know."
"If you say so," he dropped it and called the waitress over, "Can I get another sandwich?"
"Sure thing, hun," she smiled and took both their plates.
x
Victor stopped home since he had about two hours before he had to do fights for the night. He needed to fold the diapers and check the cookbook for what to fix so when Jimmy got off he could have food.
He fixed something really quickly before folding up their night diapers and stuff. Logan should be able to do it by himself tonight. Or he would have to anyway.
One more check and everything looked good so out he went.
x
Logan watched his brother from afar. It took him a while to find him but at least he stopped at home so he'd be able to follow him a little easier.
"Just where are you going now Victor?" he followed him from a distance.
x
"Ok, young 'en, you and Benard, then you and Hamish get into it. Take a break while Johnny and Cash fight, then come back to fight Johnny." Terry told Victor.
"No problem." Bernard gave him the most fight. The other guys were pretty easy to down, "Who am I doing first? And what happened to three?"
He paused, "You know, actually do Hamish first, then Johnny and get to Benard. Tonight we're going to do something a little different."
Benny looked over at him, "And what are we doing tonight exactly?"
"Our highroller wants to have a go in the ring," he smirked, "Offered $30 to be able to."
"And who does that go to?" John looked to the man, who was happily bragging.
"Well...Whoever fights him…."
"What if he wants to go with all of us?"
That made the man pause and think. He hadn't anticipated that. The boss tsked and shook his head, "Then we each get five dollars."
All the men looked between each other and nodded, except John again.
"And if he only wants to fight one?"
"Then that one gets $10."
"15," Victor put in.
"$10."
"$15," Bernard seconded.
"Are you two deaf?" he scoffed he looked and noticed the other three giving him a look as well. Terry sighed, "Fine, $13. That's it."
That seemed to appease the guys and they disburse. Terry just grumbled, counting the money out, "Greedy pricks."
x
Logan squeezed into the crowd, looking around. This was where he lost his brother at.
"A dollar to get in kid," the man stopped Logan before he strolled in.
"A dollar for what!?"
"To get in, you deaf?" he scoffed, "Pay or leave."
James glared before reaching in his pocket to see what he brought. Thankfully he had two dollars. He handed one over and grumbled into the place. This had better be worth it.
Inside was packed and there was a ton of cheering as two man punched each other. This was pretty entertaining. He continued to watch as they boxed, amused some. So this is what his brother was holding out on, watching mildly entertaining stuff like this? Heck they fought better than this.
"Alright," Terry called out, "We have one last contender. young 'en and Barqee!"
The man who had just been fighting the other guy raised his hands and watched as someone got in the ring. Logan paused, noticing the man leaving the ring. That was Benard. He glanced back up. That was Victor!
Barqee smiled and looked down to the younger man, "I've been waiting for you."
He balled up his fist and got in the ready position. Just as the bell dinged he heard his real name.
"Victor!"
He turned, looking to the crowd and getting punched dead in the face. Vic groaned and got up going back into fight mode.
Logan pushed his way up to the ring as his brother fought the monster of a man. He got pummeled quite a bit before panting and looked to the man who was just as tired, as he went through 4 other men to get to him. Vic raised his palms, ready for another blow.
The man smiled, put his hands down and pat Victor's head like a child before getting out of the ring.
Vic looked confused as the man left them looked to his brother's scowl. He sighed. Well guess he knew now.