MICHAEL
I stood in the locker room, looking across at the other team. Darian dapped me up when he saw me and told me not to worry about their team’s resident moron. It had been almost two weeks, so I was calmer now. I put the loss behind me and was determined to see that guy again on the mat.
“Oh look, it’s that b***h again!” the plump s**t-talker called out with a smile when he saw me. “Ready to get pinned again?” I rolled my head around in circles, closing my eyes and trying to let it go. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t. “Nothing to say, p***y? Afraid you’ll get your ass beat in this locker room?”
“No one would care if we pulled him into one of the showers and beat the s**t out of him,” Eros fumed.
I just ignored him and got dressed, pulling my singlet on. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a
