While what was once the female lockers to the gym had been converted into bathrooms, the male lockers were still put to use, and a single shit wasn't offered about who used them. If you were gonna walk in that ring, you weren’t necessarily expected to respect the premises, but it was in your best interests to do so. 

Every fighter in the Roaring Tiger was given a locker for themselves and a few select guests, usually their friends and family, and they were all given full access to the lockers at all times. I could see the lines on the tile floor used to be white, but the parts of the room which saw use had been blackened over time. The owners kept it pretty clean in there, but the bloodstains of matches past found their way to stick.  Blood always tends to stick in Krymehaven.

In full MMA gear, Warren bounced back and forth in front of a mirror, delivering a few jabs every now and again. Visible now, right atop his heart, was a faded black swastika with an eagle above it with a jagged, "X"-shaped-scar across it.

On a nearby bench sat Warren's sister, Maribelle, surrounded by papers full of names of different shops and restaurants with numbers next to them, a notebook next to her, calculator on her lap, and a pencil she constantly spun between her dexterous fingers as she thought. She had became a track star her freshmen year. Unlike her brother, she was lithe and kept her hair short. However, like Warren, she was never out of gym clothing and always wore the best running shoes she could find.

“Looks like Stewart's and Son’s gypped us again.” She said dryly, as she wrote down her calculations in her notebook.

“We warned the bitch more times than we should'a.” Warren said, throwing a few quick punches. “Tomorrow mornin’ I’ll take the boys down and-”

Maribelle walked up to her brother, setting her hand on his shoulder affectionately, smiling as if she was talking to a simple minded child. “Oh don’t fret any, Warren. Big sis will take care of everything tomorrow mornin’. You’ll need all the rest ya can get after gettin’ your arse handed to ya tonight.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Warren snarled. “Cunt”

“Bitch.” She responded in stride.

“Careful how you use that mouth, little sis. No one’s gonna be impressed by-”

The door to the locker room flew open as Jim marched in cheerfully. “Ey guys you’ve GOT to see this!!”

At the sound of Jim’s voice, Blitz’s head popped from behind a row of open lockers, her hands full of wallets and other valuables. “What’s up, hon?”

“Check out this little lady!” Jim said, as Garrett and Jim stood on either side of the door, arms and fingers outstretched, presenting it, proudly.

Eddy slowly slumped in, head down and shoulders sagged. “I fucking hate you, Jim.”

The room burst into laughter at the sight of him.

“Oh god...you look like....a prison bitch...” Maribelle squealed, doubled over.

“No wait...no wait...” Warren started, trying to breath. “Like a hippie slut.”

“Hey sweetheart!” Blitz grinned, tossing Eddy one of the wallets she found. “Buy yourself something pretty.”

“In my experience, it’d be best if it matched the flowers.” Garrett smiled, slyly.

“Alright guys.” Eddy sighed. “You done?”

“Oh you wish, sweetcheeks.” Blitz smiled, tapping his cheek condescendingly.

“You best prepare yourself for a full fuckin’ night.” Maribelle joined in, wrapping her arm around Eddy’s shoulder. “Just wait. We’ll talk about boys...”

“And you just have to share your beauty tips.”

Eddy broke himself from the two girls and spun around to face the entire room. “It’s not like I had a choice in the matter, alright?!”

This should be good.

Jim smirked as he waited for Eddy to continue.

“I was hanging out with Daisy, alright? And I got really high and I passed out and her sisters did this while I was asleep. I didn’t wake up till like ten minutes ago.”

Warren burst into a new fit of laughter. “I friggin' called it. A hippie slut. You can smell it on’em.”

Eddy got in Warren's face and snarled, “My girlfriend is not a slut.”

Warren looked at Eddy in true confusion. “‘Course not. Daisy’s a right wonderful bird. Ya know, as much as a barefoot flower child can be.”

“Bah!” Eddy shouted, throwing his arms in the air before stomping out of the locker room.

“Must be on the rag.” Blitz ‘whispered’ towards Maribelle, who started to snicker.

“Alright girls, alright.” Jim said, motioning for them to calm down. “Let’s leave the poor bastard alone, yeah?”

The two girls looked at each other then back to Jim and simultaneously said “Nah.”

Jim shrugged, defeated. “Well I tried, you saw it.”

“Your best.” Garrett agreed.

Jim nodded in agreement, holding in a laugh.

Maribelle suddenly looked down at her pants pocket and pulled out a vibrating throw away phone. “Hello? Mr. Mendez? What is it? Alright slow down. Did you get a look at them? Did you catch their flags?” She was quiet for a moment, listening to the other side. Warren walked towards her, and she held up a finger, causing him to stop. “Orange?” She looked back up to Warren, holding her hand over the receiver. “Do you know anyone that wears orange?”

Warren just shook his head, and Blitz shrugged.

Anyone we know?

No one I recall.

“Alright Mr. Mendez.” Maribelle continued, bringing the phone back to her ear. “I’ll bring some boys down within the next hour. We’ll leave a few with you and your wife and we’ll go put a stop to this. Alright Mr. Mendez. Thank me next pay period.” She hung up the phone and looked to her brother apologetically. “Warren...”

He just waved her off. “Don’t worry ‘bout me, sis. Just make sure they pay, yeah?”

“Don’t worry, Maribelle.” Jim said, causing her to turn towards him. “We’ll patch the big bastard up once he loses.”

“Right. Thanks lads. Blitz you wanna come? I’ll cut you in.”

Blitz rubbed her arm, embarrassed. “Yeah...I mean any other night I’d love to. But it’s kinda...date night.” she said, looking up at Maribelle like a puppy.

“Pfft” Maribelle snorted. “That what they call sex in a locker room nowadays?”

“They’re about to.” Blitz smiled, playing with Jims curls.

“Ha! You two are just incorrigible. Alright kids. You enjoy your night.” She moved to leave, patting Warren on the shoulder. “Best of luck, little brother.”

“What you still here, bitch?”

“Love you too.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. She left the locker room and five seconds later they heard her shouting “Heeeeeey giiiirrrrrlllll.”

“Fuck off, Maribelle!” Eddy shouted, causing the locker room to smile.

Moments later, the locker room burst open with three guys, two of which were holding a bloody fighter, the third shouting “Make way, make way!!!”

They push past the group and put the fighter on a nearby bench, causing Blitz to move towards them. “Hey, asshats, I was just sitti-”

Jim caught her and looked her in the eyes. “Really?”

Blitz’ cheeks puff up and she spins back around, her arms crossed, pouting.

“Well Warren, here’s the rest of your night, right before us. How fortuitous.” Garrett remarked, walking toward the two that carried the fighter in, hands in his pockets, while the third opened a medical bag.

The two turn and one gestures to the fighter. “He just fought that new guy. The fuckin’ giant that signed up last week.”

“He’s a fuckin 'monster. Bell rang and he just started wailing on the poor bastard.”

“Took four of us to pull him off the guy. Pretty sure our boy Ernie out there has a concussion.”

At this moment, they noticed Warren who started shuffling nervously. “ But he's pretty obviously priority number two. Hey you’re the next match, right?”

“Yeah...” Warren croaked.

“Take our advice, kid...”

“Fuck!” The third one said, turning from the bloody fighter. “He’s gone.”

“Don’t.”