Chapter 3

• “Hey, champ? Have you heard about this new girl that signed up last week?” Jacob asked while sitting down in the VIP spot at the fancy nightclub they visited that night.
• Puffing on an expensive cigar, the well-dressed, grey-haired man pulled a much younger woman onto his lap. Jacob was a charmer, even though he was getting up in years. He was fit and looked like a male model who should be on a cognac liquor advertisement. Women still flocked to him, even though his wrestling heyday was getting a little behind him. Now in his late-fifties, he was still a silver fox that had done it all, blockbuster movies, modeling gigs, a wrestling legend, and a true lady’s man. Women loved him. Primarily for the tons of money, he threw their way.
• Married several times, he loved his children, and that was his greatest achievement. He treated Gage like a father figure and took a liking to him when he came in as a rookie. Jacob saw potential in Gage that no one else had and he was right. Gage soon became one of the top wrestlers in the world in no time at all.
• Jacob had a reputation for luxury and excess, just like the Justice faction portrayed. A trait he had passed down to his faction members, Gage, Nick, and Drake. The four men were the epitome of wealth and opulence. Behind all the glitz and glam, Jacob Justice was a kindhearted soul that few had the privilege to witness. Most people thought of him as a ruthless womanizer. Gage was one of the elite few who knew who the man truly was. He was good at keeping the illusion for the fans. Deep down he was a smart businessman, letting the stated rumors build his legacy.
• Gage looked up to his mentor. It was Jacob that got Gage interested in more than just the fame. He showed him to be an entrepreneur. How to book movies, invest his money, and be charitable by giving back to the community. This was the true Jacob people seldom saw. A dedicated man with a genius mind for business.
• Gage drank his high-end bourbon from a rock glass, rubbing the arm of the girl on his lap, while another sat behind him on the chair, playing with his long mane of hair.
• “Is that the girl the whole roster is going on about? Are you thinking about adding another notch in your bedpost, Jacob?”
• Jacob chuckled, puffing a roll of smoke over his lips while a flighty girl on his lap giggled at the sight.
• “She’s hot. I mean... she’s sexy, but she’s a damn good worker in the ring, too. Davis says she trained with Wraith and Cyrus. Their younger cousin or something like that. I saw her in the ring the other day, training with Wraith. She’s been keeping low-key, but she’s on fire with her skills. Tiny little thing but fast and a decent high flyer.”
• Jacob waved the girl on his lap away.
• “Sweetheart, why don’t you go grab us another drink and something for yourself. Put it on my tab.”
• Gage chuckled in amusement. “Did you seriously tell me that Cyrus Evans' cousin is hot? We are talking about the same Cyrus, right? How can that family gene pool produce something hot? Cyrus looks like someone hit him with an ugly stick with that bushy beard of his. He looks like a mountain man, and Wraith looks like he should be the head of a biker gang. They are my friends, but come on, man. This is crazy.”
• It was true, Cyrus wasn’t much to look at with the unruly beard and floppy hipster hat he hid behind, but he still had loving eyes and a kind smile. He got the same handsome looks his older brother and sister inherited, but he hid the scars that lined the side of his face. What he lacked in looks, he gained in the heart. Or so people assumed. Truth be known; he was just as handsome as his older brother. Hidden behind a scruffy beard and a gloomy persona.
• “No, it’s true, she’s a looker. She must take after the mother’s side. Isis is a real badass in the ring for such a small woman. I can see her influence from Wraith’s talents. He taught her well. I’ve never seen anything like it with a female wrestler. I talked to Cyrus, and she doesn’t think she’s good. In my opinion, she is one of the best workers around. Every company in the country was gunning for her. Davis tells me she is shy, but a powerhouse once she hits the stage. I think you talked to him before about her. Didn’t you?”
• “I did, but...”
• “Gage. She’s impressive. We should look into this girl. The Justice team having a girl may be cool. Especially if she is as good as she looks.”
• “Hell no. We don’t need a damn woman in our crew. Don’t you think being surrounded by these women and the parties all the time would make things weird? For her, anyway. It would cut down on our action if some chick is hanging around busting our chops about it.” Gage guzzled down his drink, waving to the server for another.
• “Champ, think about it. We could have all the major belts in the IWX. Including the women’s title. No faction can say that."
• He was right, and no matter how much Gage protested, the older man had a point. But would Gage agree to it?