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“Naw, I don’t think you are,” I replied to him as I scooted to the edge of my seat just in case I had to get up. “This shit is obviously business related and you’re in here acting a mothafuckin’ fool, so you can either sit your ass down or bounce and not be a part of my shit anymore.”
The two of us held one another’s stare before he finally sucked his teeth and sat in the only empty chair in the room. He knew what was best for him. I could promote my own shit or pay someone else to do it and he didn’t want me to do that.
Once we were all seated, Zach got to the point of the meeting. He had pulled up some shit on the screen adjacent to his desk and started to speak. “Okay these are some execution matches that are set to start next week.”
“What? You’re scheduling his fights too?” my pops interrupted.
“Well, I am his manager.” Zach shrugged and continued. “As I was saying, these are set to start next week and the reason for them is to allow the winner to compete in the main event that would be in the following month. I think this would be the perfect opportunity to get JV back in the ring. Jerry, I need you to get on this ASAP, that’s the reason I called you here, I know you’re good at what you do.”
“The best,” he grunted.
“JV, Pres, I can assume that he’s in shape?”
I scoffed. “Of course.”
Just because I wasn’t fighting didn’t mean that I wasn’t in the gym. Training and working out were the only things that kept me sane. I had already been a temperamental nigga before that, but it’d intensified after and if I didn’t go let off steam at the gym it would have been bad for everyone.
He nodded. “Just checking. The fights are going to take place in Vegas. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to give you a break between. But, Javyous.” He stopped and looked my way. “ChrisGambrell will be there as well. If the two of you make it to the end it will be a rematch.”
I scoffed. “I know I’m making it to the end.”
“Well, the two of you share the same sentiments. He’s competing as well so I wanted to give you a heads up. I can rest assured that you’re going to maintain your composure, right?”
I couldn’t lie and say that I wasn’t uneasy learning that Gambrell may be one of the people that I’d be competing against. It wasn’t that I didn’t think that I could beat him, as a matter of fact I knew I could. I just knew that the whole storyline was going to resurface. Everyone and their mother were once again going to have and state their opinion and I was going to be forced to take the shit with a grain of salt.
Anything to get back in the ring.
That had become the motto, so it was what it was.
“I’ll be cool.”
“Okay, and if you do win you’ll need to gain at least fifteen pounds. The main event will be versus Sean McClain, the light heavyweight champion.”
“That won’t be a problem. He’ll be meeting with a nutritionist this week,” Pres added and I groaned, but kept my mouth shut. I’d been wanting to move on from this weight class, so if I had to see a nutritionist then that what I had to do.
Anything to get back in the ring.
“Alright fellas, that’s all I needed.” Zach clapped his hands and smiled. “See, Jerry, that wasn’t too bad.”
“Whatever,” my pops mumbled and left the room.
He was going to act like a spoiled ass child until he got to Vegas. He would be back to normal by then, and in the event that he wasn’t, I didn’t give a fuck. He was a grown ass man.
“Oh, another thing JV, these exhibition matches don’t count against your record, so even if you were to lose one or more, you’d still be undefeated.”
“I don’t lose.” I frowned. “I’m going to win them all.”
He nodded. “Okay, I’m just telling you.”
“I know that already, Zach.” I stood preparing to leave because there was nothing else that needed to be said. “I appreciate this.”
I accepted his outstretched hand when he said, “Yeah, no problem, man. You’re a good guy, JV, and an even better fighter, you deserve to be in the ring.”
Nodding, I dapped my uncle up with promises to meet with him and the nutritionist tomorrow to get a new diet together, then left his office. On the way out I fished my phone from my pocket to let Kehlani know what was up and so she could plan around my shit. I knew she had her kids and work, but a nigga was definitely going to need her at least by Friday.
“Shit.” I realized that Istilldidn’t have her number. Going to the Instagram app, I went to her page to write her.
Send me your fucking number.
