DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE BUT THIS STORY, LIKE ALL OF MINE, I DO!

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The sound of gloves hitting sounded off as he made his way through the tables, his eyes looking back briefly at the long legs and backsides of the women in clad tight dresses. The bell sounding off with the mixture of cheers as he walked up the few steps, nodding his head in greeting to the familiar faces until he found the one he was looking for. He made his way over, speaking to where he could hear him over the noise, "I didn't know if you were coming tonight or not."

The man looked up and watched as he sat down, pulling out a cigar out from his jacket and a lighter, "Its been awhile since I've just been able to sit and watch from this point of view." He commented as the waitress came back and brought him another drink, thanking her.

She nodded before looking over at the new guest occupying the previous abandoned seat, "Is there anything I can get you, Mitch?"

"I'm fine darling." Mitch watched as she smiled before walking away, prompting him to watch her before his eyes went back to the man, "Henry, I'm here to offer you something."

"Of course you are, Mitch." Henry said, already knowing what he was on when he sat down. One thing about thing about people, especially this one right here, he could read them like a book, "One of your boys fighting tonight?"

"Sanchez." He answered as he placed the cigar in his mouth, inhaling before exhaling the smoke, "I want to give you a fighter."

"I'm at capacity."

"Evans."

Henry's faced twisted up in confusion when he heard the name, "Your best fighter?"

"Hell of one, but he's a ticking time bomb. Too much of a liability for me."

Henry looked at the man and shook his head with a disbelieving chuckle, "And what makes you think I want that type of person in my gym?"

"Come on Hen, really? If you can take Bennie, you can take anyone." Mitch leaned back in his chair, "Besides, there's history and I believe you can be that change he needs."

"Mitch..."

"I'll put ten down." He offered, sitting his glass down, his eyes going to ring, "I know you're having a little money trouble and this will help."

"Don't know who you heard that from."

"My non-biological niece, of course."

"That damn girl talks too much."

"I forced her hand really." He shrugged, watching as the bell dinged, indicating the end of the round, "So, what do you say?"

Henry turned to him fully, "Does he even know you're trying to rid him?"

"Yep. Feelings are mutual. He wants out too."

Henry sighed as he got up from the chair, downing the rest of the drink then taking some money out of his wallet and throwing it on the table before walking away.

"I'll let him know and have that check underneath your door in the morning." Mitch called after him when he silently gave him his answer, laughing to himself before leaning back in the chair as he continued to watch the match.

Sam looked at the number on the building, standing outside as he took a deep breath. Everything in his life he worked to get, nothing was handed to him. He had been fighting every since he was younger, more on the defiant side. The main reason he got into boxing was his neighbor, Mr. Atkins. He was the best father figure he had, his own...well, that was an irrelevant conversation...for now. Mr. Atkins took the trouble young boy in and placed him in a gym that had free boxing classes for troubled youth. This created his love for the sport and grateful for the outlet for his anger. It took a lot of work, but he ultimately worked his way up in local then state then national matches, earning the nickname, The Punisher. Might as well get paid for something you were doing free. He could say that he made a name for himself, being labeled as one of the best boxers to come out of his side of town, but came with a temper. He opened the door to the gym and stepped in, looking around as all eyes fell on him. He ignored them, making his way to the stairs, figuring he was going to the right way.

Henry lifted his head when he heard a knock on his door, sitting the papers down in front of him as he stood up, "Sam, come on in."

Sam walked into the man's office, shaking his hand once he held it out. This was familiar territory, "Its been awhile."

"It has. It's good to see you Sam, despite being under these circumstances, I'm glad that you're here." He said honestly as he tapped the paper, "I have a contract for you to go over. You can bring it back after going over it with a lawyer."

"In between those at the moment." Sam commented as he grabbed a pen that was on his desk, flipping to the third page and signing his name, "I'm pretty sure you're more

trustworthy than anyone I have dealt with and I can almost guarantee that you wouldn't mess me over."

"Still take it home and read over it." He started but the conversation was soon interrupted.

"Daddy, I don't know what Bishop got going but I don't..." She stopped when she noticed the familiar stranger standing in his office, questions already swarming in her head when they turned to look at her.

"I believe you already know my daughter, Mercedes." Henry told him as the woman paused in his threshold, "Babygirl, Sam will be joining us here."

Mercedes gave the man a nod before her eyebrow raised back to her father, "I thought we weren't taking anymore."

Henry gave her another warning look before he turned back to Sam, "Merce is the best damn, and very rare, cutwoman there is. She's a pretty good trainer as well."

"I came to train with you." He said before his eyes drifted to Mercedes', knowing where her father was going with this sales pitch, "Not your little prodigy."

Mercedes smirked as a chuckle surpassed her lips, giving her father a look of her own before she stepped out the office and headed down the stairs.

Henry knew what his daughter was capable of and he was glad that she walked away. He had a lot of work cut out for him when it came to both of them, "First thing first, if you're going to be in this gym, respect is earned and given. I'm not Mitch. I love the guy, been knowing him since he could walk, but he is not one of structure. You're in my gym, you're going to operate by rules or you going have to go."

Sam wanted to leave right then and there. He wasn't a kid and he'd be damn if he let anyone chastised him. But the sensible part knew he needed to get his act together because he needed to be here. This was his last option. No one wanted him but for whatever reason, Henry did, "Why do you want me here?"

"Ask me that question after your first main event." He went and sat down in his chair, picking his abandoned papers back up, "Go warm yourself up."

Mercedes was wrapping the tape around one of the trainee's hands, his eyes following Sam as he came down the stairs and went to a speed bag, prompting him to talk, "Can't believe your Dad got Evans here."

"Why not? He loves strays." She commented before patting his hands and moving away, "Reminds me of you when you first came."

The man frowned at the reminder, watching as she smiled a bit and gestured for him to put on his gloves, "You going to train him?"

"His ego's not going to let him. Again, reminds me of someone else I know. Now come on, I have a class in a few." She watched as he got into the ring, her eyes going over to Sam for a minute, who was putting his earphones in. This was definitely going to be something.

A/N. DON'T Y'ALL SAY NOTHING LMAO. But seriously, did y'all really believe I was done when I didn't believe it myself? Y'all hype me up too much & it gets me big headed. I really wanted to do one based off of Million Dollar Baby, but I decided to do something a little different. It's going be twisty, heartwarming, funny & a little dark. This Samcedes is going to give you vibes of how I had them in First Daughter, definitely on Sam's part again, but in a different way. This story is going to address some topics/issues that I have touched on and some I haven't. First Daughter's last chapter is coming soon! One more ride y'all...I hope!