A 500 word Short Story by Scott A. Gese
It was a deep cut across the right brow.
Blood was flowing into Jake's eye blinding his right side, leaving him vulnerable to a left hook. He needed the bell to ring and he needed it fast. He put his opponent into a clench and wiped his eye on whatever was handy. His opponents shoulder was as good as anything. By the time the ref. broke them up he had gained enough vision to protect himself from two hard left hooks. He couldn't keep it up. He needed that bell.
It seemed like forever, but finally, the brutal round came to an end. Jake went to his corner where his trainer worked to stop the bleeding. “You can't lose this fight, Jake,” his trainer cautioned. “Leo bet on you and he plans to win. If you don't deliver we're both dead men. You're fighting for your life, Jake...and mine too. Get out there and act like it.”
“He cut me with a head butt,” complained Jake.
“I don't give a shit how it happened. His left eye is swelling shut. Take advantage of it. Do what you need to do, just don't blow it. This is the last round and you're behind on points. You need to knock this guy out.”
“I'm tellin' you, he's like hittin' a brick wall.”
“You gotta' knock it down, Jake. You just gotta.”
The bell rang and both men came out. A few jabs and a minute later nothing much was happening. The taunting and fancy footwork had ended. Both men were tired. Then it happened. A flash of red from the cheap seats caught Jake's eye. It was a woman in a red hat. It took his attention away from the fight for just a split second. It was all the time his opponent needed. A solid right cross took Jake to the mat.
When Jake came too he was in the locker room. His trainer was heading for the door. He stopped for only a second. “When Leo walks in here I'll be gone. You're a loser. Thanks for nothing. I hope you have better luck in the afterlife.” He left out the back door. Jake never laid eyes on the man again.
He stood to shake the cobwebs from his head when Leo and his bodyguard walked in. “Well well well, If it isn't the late Jake...aah, what is it you call yourself. Jake the Snake? Well Mr. Snake, I'm gonna' stomp on your head.”
“I got somethin' to say about that,” replied Jake.
“Oh? You think so mister bigshot?”
Jake sucker punched Leo with a hard right hook crushing the side of his head. He went down like a dead man. “Sorry Leo. I let my fist do the talking.”
His bodyguard pulled a gun.
“Put that away you fool. You're too late, he's already dead.”
They both slipped out the back door.
Jake pulled a disappearing act and was never seen again.
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