“Tonight we have a new challenger! Eastern’s star varsity wrestler, Marek Young!”Ĭheering ensued, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea when Marek entered the room. Together, Travis and Shepley easily paid their rent and bills with the winnings.Īdam brought the bullhorn to his mouth once again, and the yelling and movement escalated to a feverish pace.
Beginning his sophomore year, Travis was unbeatable. As a freshman, he was rumored to be the most lethal competitor Adam had seen in the three years since creating the Circle. Travis, Shepley’s roommate and cousin, entered his first fight seven months before. Each event was held in a different spot, and kept secret until just an hour before the fight.īecause I ran in somewhat tamer circles, I was surprised to learn of an underground world at Eastern but Shepley knew about it before he had ever enrolled. She wouldn’t put me in any danger, but being in a basement with fifty or so drunken college boys intent on bloodshed and capital, I wasn’t exactly confident of our chances to leave unscathed.Īfter America met Shepley at freshman orientation, she frequently accompanied him to the secret fights held in different basements of Eastern University. I promised America that I could handle whatever we happened upon, but at ground zero I felt the urge to grip her toothpick of an arm with both hands. With a pink cashmere cardigan and pearl earrings, I felt like a schoolmarm on the beaches of Normandy. “Jesus, Adam!” he yelled to the emcee over the noise, clearly disapproving of his friend’s choice of words. If you break these rules, you will get the piss beat out of you and you will be thrown out on your ass without your money! That includes you, ladies! So don’t use your hos to scam the system, boys!” No touching the fighters, no assistance, no bet switching, and no encroachment of the ring. Betting ends once the opponents are on the floor.
“Welcome to the blood bath! If you are looking for Economics 101…you are in the wrong fucking place, my friend! If you seek the Circle, this is Mecca! My name is Adam. A man stood on a wooden chair, holding a wad of cash in one hand, the horn in the other. The noise startled me, and I jumped in reaction, looking for the source of the blast.
The sharp bleating of a bullhorn cut through the smoky air. America grabbed his hand and then mine as Shepley led us through the sea of people. “Stay close! It’ll get worse once it starts!” Shepley yelled over the noise. In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died
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