Pushing through the popping flashbulbs, Jimmy Big Fish hustles the battered fighter down the tunnel to the change room. Gloves stripped off and windings cut away, he looks across the room and nods.
In the hall, shouting epithets at reporters, Jimmy hears the kid’s guttural groan. He opens the door and grimaces at his contender splayed out, silks draped off one foot, his thick cock twitching, leaking out a last snake of cum.
“He takes a beating,” says the young man coming out, “but he sure seems to like it.”
Plucking the offered bills, he wiggles by with a smile.