I took Hans to the ice as his only move was to try and block his face.
So I ended up just punching his hands.
Making him hit himself.
Remi hooked his massive right arm around my neck and pulled me away from Hans.
The fans that had been interested, even cheering a little, were now quiet.
Everyone was quiet.
Abel, Riff, and Lay got in front of me and held their hands out, hoping to stop a bigger fight from breaking out.
Remi dragged me off the ice and threw me into the hallway.
That’s when Coach came running after me.
He grabbed my jersey with force and looked ready to knock me out.
I really didn’t care.
“You’re done,” Coach screamed in my face. “Get changed and get the fuck out of here! You’re done, Maverick! Fucking done! What an embarrassment to this team and organization!”
I didn’t respond.
I had nothing to say.
Because honestly…
If I had the chance, I’d go right after Hans again.
The pre-game beatdown ruined the game for everyone.
We managed to sneak out a win but nobody cared.
All that mattered was what I did to Hans.
Fans shared it on social media. All the sports news outlets picked up as many videos as they could.
I was the talk of the league.
Questioning what should happen to me next.
A fine? Suspension? Suspended for the season? Kicked out of the league for good?
And what about the legal side of it?
Hans could press charges…
There was no escaping what I had done either.
My phone wouldn’t stop going off.
My agent was pissed, fielding calls left and right.
All I did was linger around my apartment alone.
I was supposed to go meet with Coach and Alonso to discuss what happened.