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someone possessed.  My surroundings blurred it was pure rage pouring through me.  My muscles jumped and tensed and stretched with every movement.  My target was no longer a body bag, but Alex fucking Greene.
    Suddenly, ice cold water splashed me knocking me from my daze.
    “What the fuck!”
    “Get your ass home now!  If you can’t get your head together…soon…I can’t fight you!”
    Storming off, I punched the locker room door open.  It banged against the wall and caused the guys in the locker room to stare at me. Standing in front of my locker, I stared at it unable to shake what happened to Kayla because of me.  I slammed my fist through the locker next to mine and kicked through my own locker.  I was getting ready to slam my fist into another locker when arms came around and held my arms down and squeezed tight.
    Son of a bitch!
    This was familiar from childhood, the only one of my siblings that dared to challenge me…
    “Let me go, asshat!”
    “No! Not until you calm the fuck down!”
    “I am tell ing you Eli, I am not in the fucking mood.  Let me go!”
    “Connor called me and apparently he needed to do it sooner.  If you aren’t going to chill out , then let’s take it to the ring.”
    I laughed.  “Eli , I would kill your old ass!”
    “Challenge accepted.  Let’s go!”
    Eli didn’t let me go.  He held me in the vice grip and walked me out to the ring.  Do you think he let me go then…NOPE!  He threw my ass into the ring.
    “Keep your ass right there.  I need to get out of my suit.”
    With that, he walked off and was back in shorts and tennis shoes.  Guys that witnessed the whole situation stood around.  I even heard a couple of them telling my brother not to go against me when I got like this.  Eli just shrugged and stepped into the ring.
    “I am going to enjoy kicking your ass, Eli.”
    I jumped up and down and rolled my head around to loosen myself up for the fight.  In my early years, Eli trained with me in order to help keep me focused.  He was now a lawyer and spent most of his time behind a desk.  He had no idea what he was walking into.
    “Bring it on you little puke!”
    Oh the old taunt from when we were kids.  Elijah was four years older than I was, so we got into a ton of scuffles that my dad usually had us solve by fighting it out.  Of course, because my dad wanted us to fight we didn’t. 
    “We aren’t kids anymore.  I am not that little boy anymore.”
    “No, but you are still just as annoying.”
    We circled each other, both of us hop ping from one foot to the other waiting for the other to make the first move.  The thing about my brother was he had no patience at all.  It was one of the things that made him a good lawyer.  He went into a case having an answer for any rebuttal that might occur. 
    Eli swung and I dodged retaliating with a right jab to his face.  He swung again connecting with my jaw and I connected with his stomach.  We danced around each other for a few moments before he came at me again, I shift dodging his jab and landed an uppercut hard and dead on causing him to stumble backwards.  We continued to punch each other.  I had busted his lip open and caused a gash below his eye and his right side of his face was already swelling.  I wasn’t sure what he had done to me, but he was asking for a death wish if we kept going.  We were both covered in sweat.  It was dripping down into my eyes burning them, but I’d be damned if I was stopping.  I swear though if Eli didn’t he was going to regret it.
    I swept my foot out knocking Eli’s feet right out from underneath him.  He fell with a thud to the mat. Walking over to him , I looked him in the eyes.
    “Stop.  It’s enough old man!  You’re going to get hurt.”
    Suddenly his fist connected with my groin.  I stumbled backwards, holding myself.
    “You fucking asshole!” I groaned.
    “Don’t call me an old man!”
    I straightened up when I saw him lift himself off