School of Hard Knocks (Cyrano x TemptressTreasure)

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Oak Hills School District was not particularly famous for being a well-funded school district. Oak Hills High School had close to three thousand students in four grades, and the District itself covered the primary ghetto of Haven City. Within the school district there were three elementary schools, there had used to be four, but the one in Libertad had merged with the one in Oak Hills proper so now all of the Latino kids went to elementary school with all of the white kids and the other mixed in ethnicities that came in through the area in Oak Hills itself. Drake Elementary was named for the English explorer who had first discovered Haven City's harbor almost four hundred years ago. The bland, seventies style school was built on one of the hills in the district and you could see Route 91, the major highway in the city, to the North and the highs school to the East. It certainly wasn't the most attractive first place for a new teacher.

Yet, rumors were the district had managed to hire a new elementary school teacher and not only was she supposedly a very qualified teacher, but that she was a total smokeshow. No one was sure why she had come to this school district for her first job, but there were plenty of rumors to go around. Some said she had been caught sleeping with his first boss, some said she was a transwoman who couldn't get a job in the South, some said she was just a really idealistic girl. Just like most places, there was plenty of talk and no one really asked. Jacob Jackson, Jr. (who preferred to be called JJ) was a young brown haired, brown eyed boy who lived with his grandmother and was going into the third grade. He was a seven-year old, and at any other school he would be in the gifted program. When he had ended up assigned to the new teacher's class, her supervisor had warned her that he was the son of a local gang leader and that the teacher's expected him to be a problem student like his father had been. So far on the first day he had seemed to be a pretty normal gifted student under stimulated by his environment.

Pick-up time at the school was a whole affair, the school couldn't afford bussing for most of their students so pick-up was required for all of the kids that lived in Oak Hills, the pick up crowd largely consisted of grandparents forced to raise their grandchildren as well, and young moms who worked at the local strip club or 'modelling agency', but there was one male parent there. A young white man with brown hair shaved almost to the scalp and a ruddy beard. He pulled into the parking lot iin a modified 1977 Chevy Camaro painted navy blue with racing stripes and a red 13 with thirteen white stars in in on the hood. When Jax got out of his car and sat on the hood he was wearing a blue hoodie with the same design on the chest as his car's hood, a pair of jeans with no belt and a pair of combat boots. He had a cut on his right cheek, probably from a fist, and his knuckles had bloody scars on them as well.

Both of the school safety officer's tensed up when they saw him. "What the heck is he doing here, he never comes to pick up." One says loud enough for students to hear. Jax sees them tense and he just gives the m a shit eating grin before lifting his arms and turning to show that he isn't carrying a weapon. "that's my dad." JJ says to his teacher, who Jax has just noticed and is eyeing up. JJ needs permission from his teacher to go towards his dad across the parking lot, but Jax has decided to walk forward instead. He walked with the swagger of a man who knew he owned the town, but didn't let it totally go to his head, his eyes took in all of the new teacher's appearance and he gave her a charming, but respectful, smile. "He big man how was your first day of school?" Jax asked holding out his hand for JJ to give him a low-five. Technically his name was Jacob Jackson, Sr. but a teacher would have explained to the new teacher that everyone had called him Jax since he was even younger. Some of the younger teachers, who had gone to school with him or had siblings who had, had warned the new teacher that he was a bit of a ladykiller.

"Thanks for looking after my kid, I'm Jax." He said politely extending his scarred and calloused hand fo rher to shake.

 

[TemptressTreasure]

Family and friends both were curious on the young blondes desire to move from her small home town, the woman used her degree as an excuse to leave the suffocating confines of her home when in reality it was her parents who made it unbearable. Every step of the way they had degraded her ability to attend college, get a job, and not follow the rest of her family who mostly consisted of stay at home moms with white picket fences, and a golden retriever for a pet. There had already been plenty of rumors as the pretty blonde moved into a decent looking apartment on 10th street, a large building with an underground garage, and a fancy security system. It was as if no one ever moved into this city, it was almost eerie in a sense.

The first day of school had been one of excitement for the young woman, dressed in a cute pale yellow sundress that brought out the blue in her pretty glass like orbs. She had been warned by many other teachers of the troublesome kid that was known as Jacob Jackson Jr. Or JJ for short. The pretty blonde paid no mind to these warnings as she decided to see for herself what this kid was capable of. The teacher always had a soft spot for little kids, her desire to teach stemming from this love of children and teaching younger minds.

Rosalie Mae West absolutely adored JJ, he was smart but also funny and a little tease. The moment she introduced herself to him it was as easy as singing the ABCs, their first day had been pretty successful, a full day of introductions, story reading, math, and so much more. The blonde waved goodbye to other kids who raced off to their moms, some looking as if they had just smoked a ton of weed while others seemed disconnected to the world around them. JJ was one of the last ones to be picked up, Rosalie gently grabbed his hand to lead him outside just as she glanced up to see an incredibly handsome, rugged man stalking his way towards them as if on a mission. "He's your dad?" The young woman asked as the boy nodded to confirm it.

"It was great dad! We did a lot and i even got a sucker!" The boy exclaimed in excitement while high fiving the tall, muscular man who towered over both of them easily. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Jackson. Your boy is a pleasure to have in class, he really is smart." Rosalie smiled brightly while gently slipping her smaller hand into his own, shaking it gently before slowly pulling back ignoring the way her belly flipped in excitement. No....he was off limits. "I am Ms. West. You can call me Rosalie if you'd prefer." She murmured in a gentle tone, her soft voice angelic while smiling down at the boy who patiently waited for his father. "I can not wait to see you tomorrow buddy. Have a good night." She beamed before taking a step back, glancing up at the man who looked like an exact copy of JJ. There was no denying the resemblance between them.

it was hard to not be distracted by the man as he stood over her smaller frame, as if intimidating her with his aura alone. This was only her students father, nothing more, nothing less. "You should peroxide your knuckles. They could get an infection. Wrap them up too." She gave him a tilted smile with an almost devious look before turning to make her way back into the school to end her own day as well...knowing fully well that Jax would not be leaving her mind for quite some time. ​

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax remembered seeing a meme a few summers back that said something like "Don't let that $7 sundress cost you $70,000 in child support" and to be honest Ms. West's sundress was having Jax think of paying a whole lot more in child support. But Jax had long since learned how to balance out his libido with his paternal duties. It helped that his godmother ran a business that was part-escort service, part-modelling studio, part-porn company, and all prostitution ring. Plenty of practice. When JJ said how excited he was about his first day Jax matched the excitement in true parental fashion.

"That's great buddy! I'm glad you liked it!" He said resisting the urge to pass a line at Ms. West. When she took his hand and introduced herself as Rosalie he gave her one of his charming smiles that always lead to fun and trouble eventually and said "It's nice to meet you Rosalie, and you can call me Jax, everyone does. Listen i know you're new around here, so if you run into any trouble just give me a call and I'll make sure it gets sorted out. I think you guys have my number on file." He offered, not saying anything to suggest that his help might not be entirely legal.

"Yeah I try, but it's a bi- the bandages make it hard to drive. Thanks though, see you around Rosalie." Jax says before taking his son's hand and turning back to the car. He looked back to give Rosalie one last look over, also wanting to have her on his mind for a good while as well. There was something he liked in that almost devious look she gave him, something that promised more fun if the moment ever came right.

As Jax drove out of the parking lot one of the security guards, Bruce, came up behind Ms. West, and stood shoulder to shoulder with her. "I'd be careful about that man if I were you Ms. West. He might be young, but his godfather ruled these streets until about six months ago and his dad made Luca Brasi look reasonable. He (Jax) went to jail a few years back, assault and battery, beat a guy near to death with his bare hands. Only served twenty months. Rumor is he killed a man in Denne. Just, wanting to make sure your safe, Ms. West." Bruce said before stepping away. Denne State Penitentiary was the local prison run by the state of Jefferson on an island just off the caost forty-five minutes north.

It didn't take Jax long to get to his mother's house and drop off JJ, spending about an hour just chilling with the boy and playing basketball. When it was time for Jax to go his son asked, "Are you gonna pick me up tomorrow?" There was hopefulness in the child's toothless grin. Jax felt bad for his answer as he messed with his son's hair. "I don't think so buddy, work's kind of crazy this week." seeing the disappointed look on his son's face he quickly add, "But I'll definitely pick you up Friday. I'm working at the Club that night so we can grab Rowdy's for dinner after school." That promise cheered up his son. 'The Club' was Club Amity, a club owned and operated by the Di Capri Mafia and the 13th Street Regulators provided security. Rowdy's was a local burger place and arcade, exactly as shady as it sounds. While driving down the street to his own house, a three story structure that he was in the process of renovating, he checked his cell phone, since that was the number in his son's file and he figured Ms. West might ahve been charmed enough to send him a text.

 

[TemptressTreasure]

"Do not worry Mr. Kingston. I don't plan on getting involved with anyone. Especially a man who's son is in my class." Rosalie waved goodbye to the security guard while finally heading home after a long day, there were still cardboard boxes scattered around the place, some rooms were unpacked while others not. It looked like a cute place with her decor adding more life to the apartment, a vase of mixed flowers sitting upon the dining room table adding a spark of color. The young woman made her way into the master bedroom where she stripped off her sundress, the material pooling around her feet, her full body mirror reflecting a beautiful body that matched an angelic face. An elegant neck sloped down to perky round C cup breasts with matching soft pink nipples, her curved in waist spread into wider hips that sported thick thighs and shapely legs, her round ass just begging to be spanked.

The beautiful blonde changed into large sweatpants that hung off of her hips and an oversized shirt that belonged to her deceased brother. A once strong man who had lost his battle to leukemia, it had been a rough few years the moment they found out that her brother, Derek was diagnosed with the sickness, not even God could cure him as the otherwise healthy 26 year old slowly suffered until one day he was just...gone. Rosalie missed him everyday, she silently smoothed the front of the shirt down looking at the old band shirt, the logo faded from so many washes. The young woman made her way into the living room where she grabbed her cell phone and typed out a number that she had memorized after JJ and his father left for the day.

"Did you peroxide your knuckles?" Rosalie sent the message while throwing her phone to the other end of the couch, sitting down with her legs tucked up beneath her body while turning on the tv that created more background noise than anything. She glanced down at her phone not knowing if it was a good idea to text the man, Rose knew she had to keep her distance the woman was only his sons teacher, nothing else and never would be.

The week passed by incredibly fast, Rosalie did not see Mr. Jackson the rest of the week but that was alright as she had been incredibly busy with all of the children, meetings, and introducing herself to the other teachers. One in particular becoming her best friend in a matter of a day. By the time Friday rolled around, Ms. West certainly was ready for a relaxing weekend where she could finish unpacking yet her friend, Ashley also known as Ms. Anderson convinced her into going to a well known club tonight. Rosalie had never been to a club before neither has she ever really seen a club, where she was from the only thing to do for fun was watch the stars or go skinny dipping if one was feeling incredibly rebellious. Ashley told her how much fun it was going to be, Rosalie had been hesitant at first but in the end Ashley told her it would be a good way to meet people and potentially find her soul mate in a club such as this one. Rose only laughed at those words. The beautiful blonde escorted JJ out of the building like the first day seeing as how he always seemed to be the last one picked up. "Is your mom picking you up again, hon?" She asked the little boy who shook his head in excitement.

"No! My daddy should be picking me up today!" Rosalie refused to feel the butterflies in her stomach like she did the first time her ocean orbs landed on the man who dominated the entire parking lot with just his presence. "Okay, Honey. We can wait together." The young woman sat down on the bench nearby, crossing her ankles while going over some of their assigned homework with the little boy. Letting him finish while glancing out over the parking lot, seeing no familiar looking man. Rosalie began to get worried while the little boys smile started to slip from his face, noticing no familiar vehicle that belonged to his fathers. "Hes probably just running late. He'll be here." She reassured the little boy while a few minutes passed by and JJ started becoming anxious and annoyed. "He always does this." He huffed, crossing his arms over his small chest while Rose allowed her eyes to soften.

"I'm sorry, buddy. Let me tell you something. I had to walk home everyday from school alone because my parents could not afford to pick me up everyday. But when my dad would pick me up it made me so excited, it was like a treat. Your dad loves you, I promise he'll be here and if not I can always drop you off at your home." Rosalie whispered in a gentle tone just as the roar of a familiar vehicle pulled up into the lot, she glanced up with a soft sigh while standing with JJs hand still in her own. She loved all of her students already but JJ had a special place in her heart, she knew she got too attached but the young woman could not help it. Her love for kids prevented her from keeping a distance. ​

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

"Did you peroxide your knuckles?" What an opening line to what would become a storied relationship. His answer was the equally notable, "Not yet, figured I'd see if someone could kiss them and make them better first." He messaged back and began a conversation that went on for a little bit that night, but he left her on read the next morning not wanting to seem to eager, and then the rest of the week just got away from him. Sure she was a babe, but she didn't seem the type for a NSA hook-up with an outlaw like him.

Jax felt terrible as he was running late to pick up JJ from school, JJ's grandmother had been picking him up most days, since he lived with her for the time being, that was a whole different can of worms that he was sure was detailed in JJ's child wellness portfolio. Jax had had JJ at sixteen with a girl named Jade who was also from 13th Street and had gone to Oak Hills High. The two had gotten along well enough during highschool, but the pain killers the doctor's had given her after the pregnancy had led to a series of bad habits and decisions that had led to Jax's mom, Kate Jackson, getting custody of her grandson by the time her son was seventeen. Jax had been able to get partial custody when he had turned eighteen, but that had only lasted for a little over a year before he had ended up in prison. Once he had gotten out of prison though he had been able to get back to partial custody while Jade was in and out of rehab and barely had visitation at this point. Last Jax had heard she was living in a group home out by the Res working on her sobriety.

When Jax had promised to pick his son up from school and take him to dinner he had meant it, and he had every intention of keeping it, but life had a way of getting away from the gang leader when it came to his familial obligations. Friday nights were busy nights for the Regs and their business associates and it required making sure a lot of different obligations were locked down, so many moving parts to just running crime in the city for one night. by the time he had sorted out all of the problems he was already running late by fifteen minutes, so when he finally left JJ and Rosalie had been waiting for five minutes already. The Camaro purred though as he pulled up to the sidewalk. he put the car in park and then got out; not much had changed about his appearance at first glance, he was wearing the same hoodie and a very similar looking pair of jeans, though he had a belt on with them this time. He had shaved his head though, something he did every time before he fought in the Pits.

"Hey buddy, I'm so sorry I'm late I got held up at work." He said kneeling down to hug his son. "thank you so much for staying with him Ms. West." Jax said looking up at her. With that said he turned his attention to his son, helping him into the back seat and leaving his backpack in the front seat. "See you around Ms. West." "Bye Miss West!" The two Jackson boys say out the window before Jax drove off.

After a dinner of greasy burgers and french fries and some time playing games in the arcade Jax dropped his son off at home and went to work. Club Amity was a peace project between the Triadds and the Di Capri crime family. The Di Capri's took the money from the place itself and the Triad brought in drugs that some of the customers used in the bathrooms or purchased. the Regs provided the security and prostitutes and other gangs provided different things for different nights and at different times. Connected to the club, in a former warehouse across the parking lot, were the Pits. The Pits were a staple in the crimminal underworld of Haven City for years, underground fight clubs where one fighter could make up to $10k a night getting their cut from the gambling done on the fights if they were good.

The Pits were based out of an old warehouse and had set up the place as a makeshift bar/club. there was a bar on the right hand side, on the other side of a dance floor and DJ station, and over on the left there was a fighting ring on a raised platform. Jax entered the ring to Represent as the announcer introduced him as "Jax of the 13th Street Regulators" he was naked from the waist up, save for his hand wraps to attempt to cushion the blows from his opponents body. All of his tattoos were on display, the 13 on his right forearm, his spiderwebs on his right elbow, the banner for his gang on his pecs, a black dagger on his left forearm, a red star on his left elbow, the date on his left ribcage, and most notable the upside-down cross on his back. The crowd cheered as he stepped into the ring and he posed with his hands in the air holding up the Regs' gang sign: middle finger high on the right hand and the thumb middle and pointer finger up on his left hand. His eyes scanned the crowd, making eye contact with some, throwing a wink to one beautiful woman and then he turned to face his opponent, a white man named Erak who was with the Nords. His opponent was broader but shorter and was covered in all kinds of hateful tattoos.

 

[TemptressTreasure]

"Have a great night." Rosalie waved to the man who had left her on read this morning and made her way back into the school to grab her own belongings.

"I ddon't have anything.. provocative to wear, Ashley." Rosalie said with a shake of her head as her new best friend rummaged through her conservative closet that made her curse beneath her breath while pulling out what looked to be a nun dress. "Come on, Rose. You really think you're gonna get dick with this?" The feisty red head shook her head while throwing the dress away as if it burned her skin, the young blonde groaned while trying to defend herself. "I came from a very religious, small town family, Ashley. Of course I dont have anything sexy." The woman suddenly watched as her friends eyes lit up as if a kid on Christmas Morning, slowly revealing a spaghetti strapped mini black dress that had a low V cut in the front. "This...is...it!" Ashley yelled with excitement while Rose could only widen her eyes with freight.

The moment Rosalie stepped into the club it was as if eyes seemed to gravitate towards the two women, Rose looked stunning in her dress that seemed to mold into her body shape accentuating her curves. The young blonde did not need makeup to make her look that much more beautiful but she wore some mascara and lip gloss, her hair curled into beautiful beach like waves. Her friend looked just as stunning with her straight red hair, smoky eye makeup, and stunning red lipstick. Rosalie was also incredibly more short than Ashley, the young woman refused to wear high heels unlike the redhead who rocked them regardless. They had grabbed some drinks and talked for a half hour, some men trying to get in close only to be blown off by the redhead who said they were too loser like to even talk to. "Come on. There's a place I want to show you." Ashley exclaimed while grabbing Rosalies hand and leading her from the club, the blonde frowned in confusion until they suddenly entered what looked to be an expensive looking arena that also appeared to be a bar and club mix.

"What is this Ashl-" Rosalie was interrupted as a group of men barged past them, whooping and hollering as they made their way to the crowd that had gathered closer what looked to be a fighting ring. Rose was pulled forward until they broke through the crowd, looking towards the ring to see a familiar looking face...no...that could not be him. She blinked quickly as if to adjust her eyes to the bright lights of the large building. It was most definitely Jax and he looked...incredible, his tattoos, his..well everything. Rosalie should not be attracted to such a man, he screamed of danger and what proved it was the way he held up his gang sign. Her father would never approve yet there was something about him..."Girl! I'm gonna go grab a drink! The bartender is cuuuute!" Ashley screamed while disappearing into the crowd.

Rosalie smiled over at her friend before turning back to the mesmerizing man, ignoring the way her shoulder would be bumped by some jealous girl dressed in fishnet stockings and a crop top that barely covered her small breasts. The young woman slowly moved closer until she was able to see Jax better without the lights being so bright, watching as they were called to fight. Rose clasped her hands tightly while bringing them up to cover her mouth. Do people actually fight? Was he going to get hurt? Rose really hoped not, barely looking at the man who Jax was fighting. There were positive screams from the crowd, women yelling out how much they loved one of the opponents followed by dirty words that should remain unsaid. A man moved up beside Rosalie, a short scruffy beard was met with a slightly crooked nose, dark brown eyes, and tanned skin. "You must be new." The man whispered into her ear while she backed up slightly in shock. "Oh...um..yeah.." Rosalie murmured softly while turning her attention back to the fighting ring.

"You're that teacher, right?" The man asked curiously while Rosalie turned to look up at him, she did not know this man yet tried to put on an innocent smile. "Um...yeah. How do you know?" She asked curiously while raising an eyebrow. "News gets around fast here. New people don't move here everyday. I'll see you around sweet cheeks." He gave her a flirty smile before disappearing back into the thickness of the crowd, she shook her head briefly trying to shake off that weird encounter while crossing her arms beneath her breasts unintentionally drawing attention to the round globes while watching Jax. The woman flinching every single time a move was thrown to either one of them.

Ashley came back with a giggle on her lips clearly tipsy as she leaned on Rosalie for support. "T-that bartender is...h-hot." She laughed heartily while Rose wrapped her arm around the redheads waist to keep her steady. The pretty blonde turned her attention back to Mr. Jackson, the way his intense gaze focused on his opponent, a small sheen of sweat covering his forehead that seemed to glisten beneath the intense lights. Rose really was nervous for the man and hoped he did not seriously injure himself. ​

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

For one moment Jax thought he saw his kid's teacher in the audience, but he quickly shook that thought from his mind as he turned to face his opponent .There was bad blood between the Regs and the Nords going back nearly twenty years. The bad blood was deeper than the fact that the Nords were Neo-Nazi's and the Regs were multi-racial. The Nords ahd been one of the gangs that fought over 13th Street when Jon Gayle founded the Regs to try to establish peace. The Nords had been the last ones to accept the idea of peace and it had only ended after Nords had slaughtered Jax's father.

Jax would have enjoyed this fight anyway. That it was against a Nord just made it better.

The referree stepped forward and quickly announced the rules, "This will be a clean fight, no biting, no ball shots, and no eye gouging. Besides that, have at 'em." He said asnd then someone rang a bell for the fight to start. Both fighters came out of their corners swinging like wild animals. the Pits were a mix of boxing and MMA match, all prize fight. Jax had the advantage of reach and speed, but Erak was a bit more muscular. Jax's first two punches collided with Erak's fac3e hard, before Erak closed the distance and Jax had to dance back.

Jax stayed light on his feet as he moved to dodge the punches taht Erak sent his way, Jax's style was more modern and flexible while Erak was all boxing and power. The crowd is screaming for blod as Jax moves around his opponent fighting smart and not angry. He turns quickly when Erak charges him and cuts out with his leg hitting Erak in the back of the knee, then he slams his fist into Erak's nose twice causing blood to spurt everywhere and the crowd goes wild. Someone comes up behind Rose and pushes her and Ashely closer to the ring.

Erak cries out in anger as Jax tries to kick his head, Erak grabs Jax by the calf and turns slamming him against the ground and then they're rolling until they slam into the metal barrier right beside Ashely and rose with Erak on top opounding down on Jax's arms with his meaty fists. Jax's legs are kicking out trying to get leverage to reposition and Jax cries out in pain when Erak's fist collides with his gut. Taht gasp forces Jax's arms apart in surprise and Erak is able to get a few good punches in to Jax's face before the bell rings for round one.

 

[TemptressTreasure]

Rosalie let her undivided attention drift to the bell as it rung signaling the start of the fight, she would let tiny gasps out every now and then as Jax fought as if he's done this a million times before. Ashley was not paying as much attention, sipping on her alcoholic beverage and flirting with the man closest to them. Rose could not take her eyes off of the ring, a small scream leaving her lips as Jax landed on the ground. She turned away for a brief moment, not being able to stomach the aggressive punches that no doubt would leave Jax bloody and bruised.

The pretty young blonde glanced up as the bell rung signaling the end of the round, she leaned forward with a worried expression upon her face. "Jax!" Rose called out anxiously while some people glanced towards her as others yelled in excitement for the next round to begin. "Are you hurt?" She asked while biting her plump bottom lip, a nervous habit that she has never broken out of. Rosie hated the thought of anyone being in hurt but there was just something about Jax that made her worry, maybe It was because she personally knew his son and felt obligated to both of them.

Rosalie remembered how her brother used to wrestle back when he was in high school, this was completely different from that but she had the same worry. As she got older she witnessed her brother get into a few fights, his bloody face and bruised knuckles. Her father had scolded her brother harshly, grounding him for a month and she remembered how it was one of their worst fights, only a few months before her brother was diagnosed. This brought back awful memories however Rose could not control other peoples actions, something that she had learned a long time ago.

Ashley finished her fourth cup of whatever was in the red solo cup and stumbled towards the blonde who giggled, leaning heavily on the smaller blonde while pointing towards Jax. "Is that your boooyyyyfriend? He's kinda cute but doesn't have e-enough h-hair." She laughed as if she told the funniest joke. "No, Ashley. He's the father of a boy in my class." She murmured softly, concern still melted into her tone that shown in her words. "Get up, Jax! You got this!" Rosalie yelled while Ashley hollered in agreement. ​

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

If the fight was going to easy then it wouldn't be fun, and it wouldn't be profitable. Jax walked over to his corner and looked at Erak over in his corner. Two card girls in scantily clad outfits comme out and hold out cards and move their bodies a little to the sound of the mmusic letting the crowd enjoy the show and get them excited for the next bout of the fight. In Jax's corner his people were putting some ice on his arms and wiping the blood off of his face with a rag and the sweat of his rag. Erak's people were doing their best to manage the broken nose Jax had given him.

When the ref gestured that the right was ready to move on both men stood up and got into a stance ready to fight when the bell rang. They came at each other like wild animals again, Jax's fists flying long and fast and Erak bulled forward with undercuts to connect with Jax's body. This round was more boxing than MMA as they both worked to pound each other down, each attempting to maneuver to attempt to grapple, but both avoided getting into a position of disadvantage. When the bell rings and the round ends both are walking back to their corner with new bruises on their bodies and blood coming fromm their knuckles and cuts on their faces.

"This is the longest match Jax has had in a while!" One man with stinking beer breath says to the girls pressing against thema nd taking the opportunity to cop a feel before the press of the crowd moves them away. This time they don't waste time with punches and charge forward, two heavy, muscled bodies slamming into each other in the middle of the ring like thunder. Their weight brings them to the mat with Jax on top at first laying down the hurt on Erak's body. At first it looks like it's over, but then Erak brings his leg up and slams his knee into Jax's inner thigh, pretty damn close to Jax's balls.

Jax rolls back and starts to shout something when Erak tackles him and brings his arm to Jax's throat dragging him to the floor of the ring and wrapping his arm around Jax's neck with his chin on Erak's elbow. Jax tries to get out of the hadlock elbowing into Erak's gut again and again as his face gets redder and redder. his blwos get weaker and it looks like he's going to pass out. His people in the corner are calling for him to tap out but he's refusing to stop fighting. Then he hears her words.

Jax's fingers travel back and find Erak's own neck and he presses his fingers against the man's windpipe with as much strength as he could muster. Erak leaps back, gasping for breath with eyes wide. His leg flies out and knocks Erak's feet out from under him, making the Nazi fall the almost full six feet to the ground. Then Jax is on top of him and he is bringing all kinds of hate down on the Neo-Nazi's face and chest,possibly bringing back memories of Bruce's story of the A&B charage. When three of Jax's crew finally pull him off his opponent Erak's face looks more like hammburger than a face and some of his own friends are calling for the doctor.

 

[TemptressTreasure]

Rosalie could not imagine entertaining people in this fashion, waves upon waves of people yelled for a winner, it was as if they craved blood just as much as the fighters in the ring. It made Rose sick to her stomach as fists flew, droplets of crimson landing along the pure white of the ring. The young womans eyes widened as Jax was brought down...hard, the way his face turned red while the man who had him in a choke hold seemed to be enjoying the way his opponent was quickly gasping for air. Rosalie had never been one for violence nor did she condone it in any way but she did not want to see Jax give up. "Come on, Jax!" She yelled only to see the man press his fingers into his windpipe cutting off his air supply quickly until the man let go with a sharp gasp.

It was only then that Jax was able to turn around and beat the shorter man into a bloody pulp, hitting his face over and over again until there was nothing but blood. The fight came to an end as referees pulled Jax off of the other guy, friends rushing forward to help. Rosalie looked away from the mess in the ring while Ashley only giggled and pointed to the fighting ring. "S-soooo much b-blood." She grabbed Rosalies arm while trying to pull her away from the ring. "Come on, I'm bored. Let's go back to t-the c-club and get w-wasted." Rose only giggled while gently steering her friend back, not wanting her to get mad. "You already are wasted, Ashley." Ashley gasped as if this was new information to her and turned her eyes to the ring once more.

"I think s-someones looking a-at you...or m-maybe someone e-else." Ashley commented which made Rosalie frown in confusion as her head turned back to the ring, not noticing anyone looking until she turned her head to the right only to see the one that had captured her attention on day one. She stared up at Jax, a small smile tilting upon her lips while shyly glancing down to the floor, a blush slowly painting a soft pink along her cheeks. "I-i don't know Ashley. I mean he's...so handsome but...he's definitely bad news." Rose commented with a soft sigh before crossing her arms once more.

The beautiful young blonde resisted the urge to run up to the man and ask him if he's okay, resisting the urge to take care of him after such an intense fight. Rosalie took a few steps forward then hesitated he may not even want to see her in the first place, after all she was only his sons teacher. She turned and gently grabbed Ashley's swaying body with a soft sigh. "Alright Ash let's get out of here." Ashley nodded with a laugh before tumbling forward, the only one holding her up was Rosalie.
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[CyranoDeBergerac]

"It's over, bro it's done!" Javier calls to his friend and gang leader as three men struggle to pull Jax back to his corner as other Nords quickly gather up their friend and pull him off the stage and out of the ring. Only then does Jax really process that the fight is over and slowly return to himself. then realizing his victory he steps into the center of the ring raising his gang sign and stunting for the crowd, exhaustion disappearing from his body for the moment. As he turns and looks at the crowd he spots the beautiful blonde school teacher and is surprised, but he gives he r a smile, this time the grin that the girls had nicknamed his "panty-dropper grin" and nods his head slightly behind him, inviting her and her friend backstage.

Backstage at the Pits consisted of the old locker rooms that the workers at the warehouse would change in, rearrange slightly so the fighters could have a bit more space and privacy from each other, especially when inviting girls back. Jax had a whole team of friends taking care of him from the moment his ass hit the wooden bench. Javier was standing by the entrance making sure only Regs affiliates come through, but if two beautiful girls decide to come back he could definitely be persuaded by a cute redhead to let a beautiful blonde past. Rico, a stocky Hispanic man is wiping the blood and sweat from his boss's face, tending to a cut on his eyebrow and whispering in Spanish, while Dasia, a short black girl, starts to unwind the bandages from his hands where they stick due to the blood.

"What's the count look like Tyrone?" Jax asks as a tall black man wearing a black tank top with a blue bandanna on his head comes in with a large stack of cash in his hand. "They're still counting boss, but it looks like it's gonna be a good one." He says and the whole team cheers happily at that. Jax doesn't look to be as bad as he could be, the cut on his left cheek has opened and widened and he's got a nice bruise forming around his left eye, with the cut in his eyebrow, but he definitely turned out better than his opponent. As for his muscular chest, his ribs and gut had taken a few good shots and they'd be tender for a bit but there seemed to be no long term damage.

"Here bro, have some medicine." Tyrone said with a smile as he handed his best friend a joint and lit it for him. Jax inhaled the painkilling smoke deeply, the movement of his ribs letting out a tender scream in his mind. If any visitors were to come in JAvier and Tyrone would check them for eweapons before giving Jax and them some space.

 

[TemptressTreasure]

Rosalie noticed his little head tilt while her eyes wandered to what appeared to be the locker rooms where Ashley pulled her, twirling her pretty red locks and batting her bright green eyes. They were able to sneak in with no repercussions until they were searched for weapons and led back to where Jax was being tended to. The young blonde almost forgot about Ashley who was entertaining herself with a tall, lanky man eith sharp yet handsome features. She shyly made her way up to the man just as his friends were packing up their medical supplies.

"You are...insane. You know that?" Rosalie asked with a gentle laugh before sitting next to him on the bench, crossing her leg over the other while scanning his face. He surprisingly did not look too bad but she could tell he would be sore in the morning. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch the scars upon his face, to nurture him as if he belonged to her in some form. Her hands itched to touch them yet held herself from doing so in fear that he would think she was weird for showing such care when in reality they barely knew each other. Ashley stumbled up, collapsing on the bench while resting her head on Rosalies shoulder. "Let's go d-dance!" She exclaimed loudly while giggling harshly, her face flushed red from the alcohol.

"S-sorry for bothering you...um..we're just going over to the club." Rosalie stated while carefully standing up to her full height of 5"3, her friend standing at 5"9 making her feel incredibly short as she led her back towards the exit, glancing back over her shoulder at the man with a smile before disappearing on the other side. The two women made their way back over to the club where Ashley bought herself another drink and Rosalie decided to be the responsible one tonight, not wanting to leave her friend drunk and completely vulnerable. Rose swayed to the beat of the music, some men glancing their way although Rosalie did not notice even a little bit her attention focused solely on her drunk friend who was grinding against an unsuspecting man who surprisingly looked uncomfortable and awkward.

Some laughed at Ashley while others only smirked and turned their attention back to the conversation at hand. Rose covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing while carefully dragging her friend back from the man who sported a clear hard on in his jeans. "I'm so sorry, Sir." She whispered while making her friend sit at the bar where the bartender offered her some water and bread. Rose felt like a mother trying to protect her grown child from making bad decisions. ​

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

"Is that your professional position teach?" He asked smiling at her glad that she had come to see him after the fight. Of course, the word position being used around her, when he was already running wild from the high after the fight, only served to bring thoughts to mind that he hoped that both of them welcomed. She sure didn't look like a teacher in that sexy outfit though, and he didn't bother hiding his checking her out. He didn't leer or anything, just took in the view.

Before either of them could say anything else her friend Ashley came up, obviously drunk, and practically dragged the beautiful blonde out of the locker room and towards Club Amity and the dance floor. Drunk friends are always the biggest cock blocks. When they aren't being the exact opposite of cock blocks that is. Jax just smiled at Rose as she walked away, content to enjoy the view before his friends came back in and finished cleaning him up.

He stuck around in the Pits for a bit, mingling with the people who had enjoyed his fight, dancing with a few girls and having a few drinks. He had made more money tonight than a lot of the people there would make in the rest of the year, and he was generous with his time to show that he appreciated the people who had helped make him that money, plus the more people who liked him, the more people who might get between him and an angry Nord bullet if those fascists decided to do something colossally stupid. After a while though he grew tired of the smell of blood and sweat and the sound of fists hitting flesh, so he decided to head over to the more 'legitimate' pleasures of Club Amity.

It was getting fairly early in the morning now, probably closer to one o'clock and he was doubting that the teacher and her friend, who he vaguely recognized as another teacher, were still there. Maybe he'd find a short blonde to take home for the night, and then smirked and laughed to himself at the idea that he would go for a girl who looked like Rosalie West but wasn't her. Usually he didn't go for a second prize when eh couldn't get a girl and just enjoyed whoever he ended up with. So when Jax came up to the bar in Club Amity he was pleasantly surprised to see that the pair were sitting there at the bar trying to sober up.

"Buy you a drink?" Jax asked casually as he came up beside Rose, standing shoulder to shoulder with Rose and rubbing against her. " Looks like you need to play catch-up." He joked gesturing to her friend as the bartender placed a shot of whiskey in front of him. He had slid on a hoodie, not dissimilar to the one he usually wears, but with a black XIII on the front and a white start on the back.