It took another two weeks for Coach to organize the fight, and he wanted me to be first up. I had started spending time with the other ten guys at school. They weren’t professional fighters but the fear of juvie kept them fighting even when most of them didn’t want to.
The fights usually consisted of them being beaten up by adults, which was hardly fair, and I could see some of them were sick of it. They got paid just enough to keep them wanting more, but not enough to stop or say anything.
“It’s basically a blood sport where people bet on how fast our asses will be kicked in that ring,” Michael said as we sat at one of the outside tables.
“Grown ass men, ex-boxers, fighters or just plain crazy guys looking to vent, kicking our asses all over the place, no fear of being arrested, and th
