Scythe
The gym turns out to be a huge success; mostly all the Brothers were using it on a regular basis and so where the Old Ladies. So far bein’ home was great, the gym was doing so well, and I was pleased that I had something to do. I’d picked up a few clients a few of the younger kids comin’ around for the boxing and some for the mixed martial arts. As I walked into the office, Niya was sitting at her desk going over the book, something that went over my head most of the time, so I was glad that Niya was here “So how are goin'?” I ask her.
“Good I've had two promoters ringing me to see when we are starting the amateur boxing up” I look at her glad that the word has gotten out about the gym.
“So, when do you think?” I ask her.
“Well, going over the books, we’re way ahead of where we thought we would be, memberships are up higher than we expected and our profit margin is great.”
“So! When?” I ask
“I think we should start to advertise now; we have more than enough fighters.”
“For the boxing or the MMA.”
“Either one, I think we should start to work out weight classes and start fight nights.”
“Fuck Niya you sound really up for this”
“Come on, who wouldn't, ripped half-naked men beating the shit out of each other sexy or what?” she says makin' me laugh.
“You little perv, don't let your man hear you talk like that, he might spank your ass,” she blushes, and I laugh “Oh! You like the idea of that” I tease her.
“Idea of what?” Colt asks walkin’ in with Stryker, and Niya blushes as I open my mouth when she practically jumps across her desk putting her hand over my mouth
“NOTHING!” she yells as both Colt and Stryker narrow their eyes at the two of us
“Nothin’,” Colt says, lookin’ at the two of us.
“Mm-hmm nothing you ready to go home?” she asks as he pulls her to him whisperin' something in her ear, and she blushes even more as he puts his arm over her shoulders holding her close to him.
“So! What's new anyway?” Stryker asks as I stand up.
“Niya was just sayin’ it's time to start up fight nights” both the guys look at her.
“Yeah! When?” Stryker asks
“Maybe two weeks we'll have to find fighters workout weight classes see how many fights we can do and go from there.”
“Fuck, I'm in,” Stryker says, and we all look at him.
“You wanna fight?” Niya asks him.
“Yeah, sounds like fun.”
“Uh-huh, and how does Lilly feel about that,” she says to him, and he looks at her.
“She'll be fine with it.”
“Sure,” she says, grabbin’ her bag.
“Come on baby, let’s get our boy and go home” Colt gives us both a chin lift pullin' Niya out the door with him, I walk around and sit in her desk chair.
“So, you serious about fightin’,” I ask him, and he looks at me.
“Yeah man been thinkin’ about it, I’m sure the twins will be up for it too.”
“You think the twins will fight, isn’t Sinner gonna be a dad soon.”
“Yeah, but those two love a good fight, Saint more than Sinner he’s been goin’ up to Oregon to do a few fights. Preacher has a fighter that the club make a shit load of money on”
“Damn”
“Yeah man, maybe we could organize a competition between the Chapters,” I look at him.
“Fuck man that's actually a great idea, you think the boss man will go for it.”
“Fuck yeah him Scoop Preacher Arrow Dozer and Muppet love pissin’ each other off, club vs. club fuckin’ brilliant.”
“I fuckin’ like it man.” (club vs. club fuckin' perfect)
**
Sittin’ in Church a few days later, I'd work out the logistics of the fights got permits from county clerk’s office and had a fire inspection done. Niya had been promoting the fuck out of the fights; Razor asks us all if anyone had any new business “Yeah man I got the count for the fighters all the permits in hand, I just need help settin’ everything up on Friday mornin’.”
“How many fighters?”
“Twenty in total but that's havin’ two spares if a fighter has to pull out.”
“Tickets, what are the projections on those”
“All but sold man, the fight nights a big hit.”
“Good, good keep Nash updated.”
“Will do boss.”
**
Friday night came, all the promotion had been great. The club was behind me one hundred percent, plus the tidy profit we make tonight is a great insensitive for this to work out “You look happy.” Cookie says
“Couldn’t be happier man.”
“Tonight’s gonna be great,” he tells me.
“I need this to go to plan man.”
“Brother stop bein’ such a pussy, it's gonna be fine” I pretend to punch him in the stomach, and he flinches laughin' "Fucker" I slap him on the back as we get shit ready for the night.
*
The night goes off without a hitch; fighters sign up for the next fights. Which we've decided to hold every month, let’s hope next month is just as good.