The atmosphere in the locker rooms can only be describes as electric. We just one our final game of the season. Vasin stood alone as his teammates partied down the hall.

“You cheated.”

Glancing up he snorts. “Negative my friend.”

Vaux stalks closer his black hair angular strong features and his perpetually tanned skin tell of his Native American Heritage. “Yea you did. Your foot was over the line. Do you guys have the refs in your pockets or something?”

Slamming his locker shut an old puckered scar along his thumb down his forearm catches his attention. It’s still pink and angry appearance contrast against his black skin. “No your guys just suck at football.”

Vaux’s face turns to rage. “Then how the hell did we make it this far?!”

“Dumb luck?”

The punch coming his way is easily dodged. So is the next. And the next. And the next. Having enough Vasin reaches out to twirl his grip around the others wrist, using the others forward motion to his advantage, pinning Vaux to the lockers. “Chill out.” He whispers to the other.

He moves back just in time to avoid a head butt that would’ve more than likely fractured his nose. “Fuck you. Let me go.” Vaux struggles till he realizes it’s impossible.

The man beneath him struggling sets fire to Vasin’s passion. Laughing deeply he wonders just how angry his rival will be when he tries to fuck him.