Uppercut

by Terra Kelly

  Luck. That seemed funny to me at the moment. Luck didn’t keep my mom alive so many years ago, and luck sure as hell didn’t keep my dad alive.

  The moment I stepped out of the hospital room, it felt like my body was working on its own. I was unable to process what had happened. More like, I didn’t want to process it. Just then warm arms wrapped around me. Charlie.

  “Oh, sweetie, I’m here.”

  “Charlie. I—”

  “Lils, it’s okay, I have you.”

  5

  Three months later…

  “Hey, did you wrap those plates like I said?” I yelled over to Charlie.

  “Yeah, two pieces of newspaper each.”

  “Why don’t I believe you?” I stood and placed my hands on my hips.

  She plopped down on the floor and crossed her legs in front of her. “I give up. You’re impossible to move with.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Dramatic much?” I sat down in front of her. “You sure you’re ready to move?”

  She lifted her head so fast. “What? Fuck yeah. We’re moving to Vegas together if I have to carry you all the way there.”

  “Well, it’s nice to know I don’t have to worry about a carrier service for this trip.” I tried to control my laughter. “I’m sorry.” I reached for her hand.

  “You know I would never let anything happen to your family’s heirlooms.”

  “I know.”

  “Then what’s up?”

  I struggled getting the words out. “I’m trying to imagine my life in Vegas away from all this.”

  “Can’t see it?”

  “Not even a little bit.”

  “Well, good thing I’ll be there to help.” Charlie stood back up. “Hey, did you find any connections between your dad and Julian Moore?”

  “Nothing. If there was anything, they kept it under lock and key.”

  “Weird,” she said and reached for another newspaper. “I find it funny he suggested the gym, but yet went all cryptic on you.”

  “Yeah, which makes me want to avoid going to the gym.”

  “Really?” She rolled her eyes.

  “No, I am so damn curious.”

  “That’s my girl,” Charlie teased and reached for a vase.

  “Hey,” I started to say.

  “Don’t say it. Just get back to what you were doing. I can handle this area of the house.”

  I threw my hands up. “Yes, ma’am.” As I walked into the living room, my cellphone rang. “Hello.”

  “Miss Waters.”

  “Yes.”

  “This is Angela from AFC. Do you have a moment to talk?”

  I stopped dead in my tracks. Someone from American Fighting Championship was calling me? This couldn’t be happening. With the woman still on the line, I ran back into the kitchen and mouthed quickly who was on the phone.

  Charlie’s eyes went wide. Then she whispered, “Well then, talk to her.”

  I cleared my throat. “Um, yeah, yeah I do.”

  “Good. We have been watching your fights and would be interested in talking with you further about setting up a fight with AFC.”

  “Me?”

  I heard the woman chuckle. “Yes. You seem so surprised.”

  “Well, I guess because I lost my last fight.”

  “But your technique impressed us.”

  Charlie had her ear next to mine, trying to catch what the woman was saying. I reached for her hand and squeezed. “Wow, I guess I don’t know what to say.”

  “Would you be available to fly over to Las Vegas for a meeting?”

  “Better yet, I will be there next week. I’m in the process of moving there.”

  “You are? We would be really interested in talking to you and your manager as soon as you get settled.”

  We talked for a few more minutes, and then I hit end on the phone and turned toward Charlie. At the same time we both started screaming and jumping up and down like school girls who just kissed a boy on the playground.

  “Do you know what this means?” Charlie said, running to the refrigerator.

  “That I need to find a manager and fast.” I followed behind her. “Maybe I was too quick to fire Jake?”

  She handed me a sparkling water and sat down on a box. “Nope, this is new beginnings, remember.”

  “Yeah, but how am I going to find a manager in less than two weeks?”

  “The gym, Fight It Out.”

  “We don’t know if that’s what they do. For all we know they only work with male fighters.”

  “Nah, I have a good feeling about this.”

  I shoved at her side. “You and your feelings.”

  “What, have they ever been wrong?”

  “Well, there was that one time you insisted we buy a five-man tent because we may take a trip. Or that time we needed an exercise bike, but it ended up being a better clothes rack.”

  She waved off my words. “Oh, those things don’t count.”

  “How so?”

  “They are just things. I’m talking about the woo in me when it comes to men.”

  “Like, Julian?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “You know he is like ten years older than me?”

  “So, and that’s going to stop you from pursuing him?”

  I didn’t know what to say. Like, sure the man was gorgeous, but he didn’t know me from Joe Blow. “Sweetie, why are we discussing Julian and me?”

  “Why not? Wouldn’t that be amazing if you two hooked up?”

  I drank the last few gulps out of my sparkling water and stood up. “Sure, okay. whatever you say, C.”

  “Hey, you brush it off now, but just wait. I’m right about this one. I can feel it.”

  I patted her on the head and started packing up the last box in the kitchen. “Hey, did I tell you AFC just called my damn phone?”

  She burst out laughing. “The subject may have come up.”

  “You may need to pinch me. This doesn’t feel real.”

  “Oh, it’s real and your time has arrived, Lily Bug.”

  “That one.” I threw my hand in front of Charlie’s face and pointed at a two-story house. “I can’t believe we’re renting a house.”

  “Why not? We need the space, and we have the stuff to fill it up.”

  I ended up putting most of my dad’s stuff in storage; I wasn’t ready to part with it all just yet. My dad’s house was in a prime location. The realtor mentioned it would probably sell quickly. Thank goodness Dad had paid it off several years ago, so the money I would get from the sale would be put into the move to Vegas. In Dad’s will, he specified that Charlie and I share the earnings from the sale. He really did love her like a daughter.

  Charlie insisted we rent a house for six months first to see if we wanted to settle in Las Vegas. The idea of calling sin city home seemed odd, but if it meant getting to be a part of AFC, I was so on board.

  “Let’s see how far away the gym is from here.”

  “Oh, you want to go to the gym first? Ooh la la.”

  “Shut up and drive.”

  Fight It Out ended up being about a mile away. We tried to ensure wherever we rented was within walking distance from the gym. I just didn’t expect it to be that close.

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah, I guess the realtor listened.”

  “Should we go in?” I felt nervous for some reason.

  Charlie parked the car and walked around to my side to pull me out. “Come on, Lils. It’s now or never.”

  The moment I opened the door, the smell of sweat and men’s aftershave bombarded my nose. There were several heavy bags lined up on one side of the room. Weight machines against another wall. A large mat took up a good portion of the room for grappling and practicing. The ring was in the center of the space. Two men were currently fighting. One looked spent, while the other one kept saying encouraging words to keep the tired guy motivated.

  “Break,” someone yelled from behind me. I turned at the sound and almost ran into hi
m. The guy placed his hand on my shoulder. “Oh, sorry. Excuse me.”

  My mouth almost fell open. It was Julian Moore.

  Charlie nudged me and whispered, “Say something.”

  “Something.”

  She rolled her eyes and stepped closer to the ring.

  “Excuse me, you need to step back please,” Julian said in a directive tone.

  “What? Oh, sorry.” Charlie turned and stood next to me.

  “Are you both new here?” He turned to face us, crossing his arms over his chest.

  Charlie shoved her elbow into my side, causing me to yelp. I cleared my throat. “Um, yeah.”

  He held out his hand. “I’m Julian. Are you looking for a place to train?”

  “Uh, yeah. I, uh, I’m a fighter but just arrived in town.” I grabbed Charlie’s arm. “We both are fighters.”

  “Who’s this?” a guy asked, walking up beside Julian.

  “Lily, Lily A…Waters.”

  Julian scowled at me. “Wait, you just had a fight recently?”

  “Yeah, in St. Louis.”

  “So, what are you looking for from the gym?”

  “Looking for?” I didn’t mean to sound confused, but the man was causing me to lose my train of thought.

  “Right, the gym has openings to manage and train fighters. Or if you are just looking for a place to train with your team, you can rent the space.” He turned and waved his hand for me to follow. “Let me show you a few things.”

  The guy that had walked up cleared his throat. “Wait, what’s your name?” He was asking Charlie who at the time was holding my arm. She squeezed my arm even tighter. “Julian forgot his manners and didn’t ask your name.”

  “Me? Oh, Charlie Hill.”

  I gave her side a little nudge. She reached out her hand.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Charlie.” He winked. “I’m Brooks.”

  A man in the ring yelled, “Hey, Hollywood, do you plan to finish the round or chat it up with the pretty lady?”

  I almost burst out laughing. Charlie on the other hand was on the verge of fainting. I nodded at the guy and pulled her in the direction Julian was walking. “Come on, sunshine.”

  “Was that the Brooks Moore who just won the Middleweight title?” she said, looking a little star struck.

  Julian was standing in the doorway of what looked like an office. The place was a mess with boxes and papers scattered everywhere. “The very one. He’s also my brother and one of the owners of the gym.”

  “Oh, sweet Jesus.” Charlie murmured.

  Just then I noticed a hint of a smile on Julian’s stoic face. He pulled two chairs out from under the mess. “Here.”

  We’d planned to just stop in. This meeting was completely unexpected. “If you’re busy, we can come back another time.” I felt I needed to say something. “We just arrived in town today.”

  “Oh, where from?”

  “San Francisco.”

  “Why Vegas?”

  “Why not?” Charlie said, shrugging her shoulders.

  “Fair enough. Do you both currently fight?”

  Charlie placed her hand on her chest. “I’m working on getting my first fight ticket.”

  “I have four fights under my belt, but none of them are wins.” I hated admitting that. “I let my manager go, and we packed up.”

  “She did just get a call from AFC.”

  “Charlie,” I said a little too loudly.

  “Is that true?” Julian said, sounding curious.

  “Yeah, it is.” I glared at my friend. “They want to talk to me. Although I really don’t understand why.”

  “Why would you say that?” Julian sat down in an office chair positioned behind his desk. “Because you have no wins?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  “They don’t just look at your wins and losses. There is so much more to evaluate.”

  “Yeah, but the triangle choke in the last round looked awful.”

  “Is that your weak position?”

  “Yeah.”

  Julian moved a few files and several loose pieces of paper away. He tapped a few times on the keyboard. “Let me look at the schedule here real quick.”

  “Would you have time to be Lily’s manager?” Charlie blurted out.

  “Charlie! What the hell?” I wanted to put her in a choke hold right there on the spot.

  “What? You need a manager like ASAP,” she said, winking.

  “Why do you need one so soon?” Julian said, leaning back in his chair.

  I rolled my eyes at Charlie. Basically giving her a silent message she was toast later. “Well, AFC mentioned a meeting, and the woman also said she looked forward to meeting my manager.”

  “And you just let your other manager go when you moved?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “I see.” He sat there silently for several long moments. “Well, I can be a stand-in for your manager when you go to the meeting. It’s not something I normally do. Running the gym with two younger brothers keeps my plate full.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” I knew I was backtracking. “I can let them know at the meeting I’m currently looking for a new manager.”

  He stood up—all six-feet five inches of him. Up close he was enormous. He had definitely bulked up since going into retirement. I loved that he still had a shaved head. There was something about bald men. He had on a white T-shirt with the Fight It Out logo on the front. When he crossed his arms over his chest, the logo pushed forward and immediately distracted me.

  “Listen, we need to do paperwork, and I need to get to know you both a little more before making any commitments.” I tried to say something, but he held his hand up. “That being said, we don’t turn potential AFC fighters away. I want to help in any way I can.”

  “Oh, okay.” I felt a little lost for words at the moment. Did he just say he would help me? He didn’t know who I was. Well, he recognized me, kind of. “I don’t understand.”

  He smiled, and my insides just stopped working, like melted away.

  “You’re a part of the fighting community. We treat everyone like family.”

  “Always?” Charlie asked.

  “Well, unless you lie,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Are you lying to me, Lily?”

  “What? No.”

  Unless he counted using a different last name as lying. Then yes, I was. I had to keep my true identity a secret. No one could know I was the daughter of the late, great Johnny “The Punisher” Adams. At least that’s what my dad told me when we changed my name several years ago.

  6

  “What’s that?” Charlie pointed to the bright orange shoebox by my feet.

  I lifted the lid and pulled out a stack of photos. “My family. Dad pulled them out and was walking down memory lane before he died.”

  She plopped down beside me. “That’s your mom. She was so beautiful.” She pointed to an image at the top of the pile in the box.

  I picked it up and brushed my finger lightly down the glossy surface. “Yeah, she was.”

  My dad shared with me that night in his basement several weeks ago, that he and Mom met at the gym he practiced at. This was before he even became The Punisher. Mom was a workout junkie but never took the plunge to be a competitive fighter. I think she would have been amazing; Dad agreed with me.

  It was hard to believe Dad had already been gone for several months now. It felt like only days. I knew my parents were back together where they belonged, but after leaving Fight It Out, I had this urge to tell him all about my encounter with Julian Moore.

  I lifted my head and glanced at Charlie. “Do you think we can believe Julian?”

  “What do you mean?” she said, reaching for another picture.

  “I don’t know. He just seemed too eager to want to help me,” I said, snatching the picture out of her hand. “Yet, he doesn’t know me.” The picture in my hand had a little girl, maybe five years old, in cotton shorts, a tank top, and her hands were
taped up. “Oh wow, that’s me.”

  “Let me see it again.” She reached over and grabbed the photo. “You were so damn cute back then. What happened to you?”

  “What happened to me?” I scoffed and stood up to head into the kitchen “I got cuter.”

  There was a small giggle from behind me. “So you say.”

  “Whatever.” I turned and rolled my eyes. “Do you believe Julian?”

  “You want me to be honest?”

  “Of course.”

  She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of sparkling water. “I agree with you. He did seem a little too eager to want to help.”

  I reached down and snuck a sparkling water before she closed the door. “Yeah, exactly.” I popped the tab on the can and took two big gulps. “This got me thinking.”

  “Something that always worries me.”

  “Shut up.” I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh. “Well, when I was looking through the old photos Dad had at the house, I found a gym he used to workout at; one I had never heard of either.”

  “Are they still in business?”

  “I’m not sure.” I walked over and sat down in a chair at the table. “I feel sleazy trying to find something wrong with Fight It Out or with Julian.”

  “Then don’t.”

  I scowled, feeling confused. “What do you mean?”

  “Maybe it’s better to leave the past in the past.”

  Charlie’s words caught me off guard. I sat there for a moment absorbing what she’d said. Maybe she was right. What if the information I found made my father look bad? Something I definitely wanted to avoid.

  “I just hope if he finds out who I really am, he doesn’t kick us both out of the gym.” Turning the can around in my hand, I said, “Plus, my dad could be the asshole in this whole mystery.”

  “Well,” she said, patting my thigh, “let’s hope neither one of them is the asshole.”

  “Yeah,” I said while letting out a deep sigh. “The past can be an awful reminder.” I stood up and bent to kiss her cheek. “I need to find a place to store all those old photos.”