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the basement. A bottle blonde followed behind him, holding his hand. They didn’t say anything to anyone, just continued on their way to the back where the rooms were. “That was Gregory Timbers and his old lady Margo.” Dixon informed me. “They don’t seem very friendly.” I observed. Dixon chuckled. “He’s here to fight Lucky, not to win the presidency.” I rolled my eyes. I guess that was fair. Who needed to introduce themselves when the purpose for being here was to kick someone’s ass? Making nice might cause difficulties for wanting to beat the snot out of someone.
    “Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked my cousin who was filling a red Solo cup with beer. “Nah, just sit back and get ready to enjoy the show. You want a beer?” He offered. “Sure, thanks.” I took the cup from him. “Where are we supposed to stand?” “You see that black painted square on the floor,” Josh pointed to the spot I had noticed earlier. “Yeah,” “Within the square is where the fighters will be. Everyone just kind of stands around that and tries to stay out of the way.” He explained. “What if someone accidently gets punched or tries to join in the fight?” I questioned. It seemed a bit unorganized and unsafe to me. “We have a few guys coming that take care of that risk.” Dixon answered.
    “Come on girl, you can stand with me.” Hannah announced as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. She guided me to the corner of one of the squares. “I’m not sure I want to be this close.” I admitted. “You’ll be fine. Dixon, Matt, Tucker, and Josh will be near us.” For some reason, my stomach was in knots. I don’t know if it was realizing that I might have a minor crush on Zeppelin or the fact that I had to see him fight. I took a sip of my beer and tried to ease my nerves. The beer helped a little.
    Fifteen minutes later, the basement began to fill with more people including two big guys that wore matching black t-shirts. They reminded me of bouncers outside a club or bodyguards that you would see around celebrities. I supposed these were the guys that Dixon had mentioned to keep people under control. After the basement was thoroughly packed with people, Matt and Tucker came down the stairs. It wasn’t sardine can packed, but enough people were now down here that I wondered if it was a fire safety violation. The temperature in the room increased and so did the volume of the stereo.
    “Let the Sparks Fly” by Thousand Foot Krutch began to blare and Matt stepped into the circle. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” He hollered over the music. People yelled and raised their beer cups up in acknowledgment. “We’ve got a kick ass fight coming to you tonight. Remember the rules! No engaging with the fighters, no stepping into the square, and no spilling the beer!” He shouted. Everyone let out whistles and whooping noises.
    “Who’s ready to see some fists?” Matt asked the eager and excited crowd. I had to admit that the adrenaline and anticipation coming off of everyone else in the room was hard to shake. I felt amped up and anxious to see what this was all about. “Get ready Lucky, you’re not in Medford anymore.” Hannah spoke in my ear. I turned my head toward her and smiled. She returned the smile and winked. “You’re going to love this.” She assured me. I nodded. I believed that I would, as long as I didn’t have to be splattered with blood or sweat from either guy.
    “Bets have been placed and money’s been counted. Let’s get these two fighters out here!” As soon as Matt said the words the crowd parted and a walkway formed from where the fighters would come from their rooms to the square. “First, we have Gregory “The Tree” Timbers.” Matt announced and a round of whistles and applause filled the room at the site of Gregory. I understood why they called him “The Tree”. He was over six feet and towered over most of the guys in the place. He placed a quick kiss