Our fighters are in the ring, and they are ready. My music fades out, and the announcer starts to speak again, “And here’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for. Two rounds, motherfucker, and you’re done.

My whole being is taut, rigid, focused as I walk toward the ring, flanked by my team.Ī quick glance to where I know my family is sitting-my brothers, Ares and Lo, and my sister, Missy-and then I’m up the steps. Marcel fucking loves to ham “The God” theme up. The tunnel is lined with Grecian pillars. I don’t break stride as they’re drawn back by two ring girls dressed in togas. White curtains hang in front of me, ready to reveal me. The soft piano beginning of Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” starts to hum throughout the stadium.īecause it’s what I do when I fight. Then, the most recognizable voice in the boxing world starts to speak, “Ladies and gentlemen, get on your feet and be upstanding to welcome your champion…Zeus…‘The God’…Kincaid!” The crackle of the microphone echoes throughout the stadium. Filled with pent-up energy that I’m about to expel on the Canadian’s face. I’d say it’d make me a god, but I already am.Īnd every fucking thing I’ve lost and had to sacrifice to get here will be worth it.

Then, after this fight, I’m going for the other two titles-World Boxing Association and the International Boxing Organization-held by that fucker Roman Dimitrov. International Boxing Federation and World Boxing Council world heavyweight champion.īut my opponent, Kaden “The Canadian Devil” Scott, has the World Boxing Organization title, and I want it. My manager, Marcel Duran, likes to make a show out of everything. TV cameras are with me, ready to follow me to the ring. I’m waiting in the dressing area with my team, ready to go. The point I’ve reached in my career.Įverything I’ve had to do, endure, sacrifice has brought me to this moment. Thousands of people are here to watch this fight. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Visit my website at Cover Model: Mitchell WickĮditor and Interior Designer: Jovana Shirley, Unforeseen Editing, No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Sacking the Quarterback (BookShots Flames/James Patterson)

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