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The Main Event	By : Karen Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Marie hadn’t been kidding when she’d told Wraith to get Logan into better shape. Today she was on her way back to Rocko’s to make sure some of their time at the gym was spent training instead of playing poker, smoking cigars and knocking back beers.
Dressed casually in a pink Juicy Couture tracksuit with a Valentino bag over her shoulder, no make-up and her hair tied in a messy knot; she still managed to look out of place as she entered the gym.
“You must be Logan’s owner,” a squat, reptilian-looking man said as he stepped into her path.
“I don’t own anyone,” she replied indignantly – wondering exactly what Logan had told people about her.
She fumbled for the right description and finally settled on, “I’m his manager.”
“If a man’s on a leash, then you’re his owner,” he insisted.
John Wraith’s sudden appearance saved Marie from further argument with the short man.
“Leave her alone, Toad,” he warned as he placed his hand across Marie’s back and steered her away.
Wraith guided her to a ring located toward the back of the gym. Logan was already in it – sparring with the large man Marie recognized as Pete.
“Logan,” she called out.
He turned at the sound of her voice and was distracted just enough that he failed to notice Pete’s right fist coming at his left jaw. Two seconds later he was staring up at her from the canvas floor of the ring.
“Oops,” she said guiltily.
Logan crawled over to the side and pulled himself up on the ropes. Hanging over the edge he said, “Ya know, every time I see you, it takes less and less time for me to get hurt.”
“I’m sorry. Do you need a Tylenol?” Marie offered.
“Lady, you’re the bigger pain in my …”
“Language!” A sharp voice interrupted. It belonged to the white-haired woman from the trailer. “There are ladies present.”
“Where?” Logan asked sarcastically.
Ignoring his rudeness, the woman turned to Marie and said, “We haven’t been properly introduced, but I’m Ororo.”
“Ooh, look at you – putting on airs and graces for the fancy lady,” Gambit said as he approached.
“Fuck off, LeBeau,” Ororo replied.
Addressing Marie, he said, “See, that’s the Storm I know.”
“Storm?”
“They call me Storm because I can control the weather,” Ororo explained.
“I thought Logan said it’s because you’re always whipped up worse than a hurricane,” Pete stated innocently.
Ororo fixed Logan with a withering stare. He just shrugged.
Wraith continued the formal introductions. “Remy LeBeau, better known as Gambit. And the big guy who just kicked Logan’s ass is Piotr Rasputin – also known as Colossus.”
“He did not kick my ass!” Logan barked defensively. Then pointing at Marie, he accusingly said, “She fucked up my chi.”
“Not that lame ass excuse again,” the young man that Marie remembered was called Pyro said as he approached the ring.
“That’s rich coming from you,” Logan replied.
“One small fire that got slightly out of control …” Pyro started to explain.
“You burnt down the east wing of Xavier’s,” Pete reminded him.
“Xavier’s? You lived at Charles Xavier’s?” Marie inquired.
Charles Xavier was well known in both the mutant community and boxing world. His school was a safe haven for mutant kids and members of his X-Men squad were notoriously good fighters. His current champion, Victor Creed – better known as Sabretooth – was undefeated.
“We all did, at one time or another,” Wraith told her.
“And eventually all got kicked out,” Pyro added. “Logan used to be Xavier’s best fighter – until the incident.”
“Are they talking about when you accidentally killed Fred Dukes?” Marie asked Logan.
“Really? You’re still telling that story?” Gambit said – then addressing Marie he told her, “Blob’s not dead.”
“Is every word out of your mouth a lie?”
“Yes!” Came a chorus of voices.
“I don’t need your help,” Logan informed his friends.
“So, if it’s not Fred Dukes, then what *incident* is he referring to?”
“An important match was cancelled and Xavier lost a few bucks,” Logan started to explain nonchalantly.
“A few million,” Gambit clarified, “And the rumor was that Logan had accepted a bribe from Lehnsherr to screw it up.”
Erik Lehnsherr was currently the Commissioner of The World Boxing Federation with a reputation for being as twisted as the metal he could manipulate.
“Weren’t you supposed to take a dive?” Pyro asked.
“I never made any deal to throw the match … and I didn’t start that fight in the tunnel either.”
Marie was completely lost at this point.
Wraith noticed her puzzled expression and offered further exposition. “Logan was in the tunnel leading to the arena when Victor Creed started taunting him about Psylocke. She used to be the Wolverine’s until she decided she wanted to live even more dangerously and went slumming with Creed. It’s not really clear who threw the first punch, but all hell broke loose and they never made it into the ring. Per the ironclad contract with the Brotherhood, Xavier forfeited his share of the gate and the purse. He accused Logan of being in league with Lehnsherr to cheat him and tossed him off the X-Men.”
Marie nodded, even though she really only understood about half of what she’d just heard.
“Charles Xavier can go fuck himself,” Logan snarled.
Suddenly Marie had an idea. “The Fight That Never Was,” she proclaimed.
“Huh?”
“We’ll call Mr. Lehnsherr and have him set up a rematch between Logan and Creed. We can promote it as the resolution to The Fight That Never Was.”
"He’s the one who keeps getting hit in the head, so how come you’re the one who’s brain damaged?” Ororo asked.
“I think it’s a great idea,” Marie answered defensively.
“Apparently you also thought that outfit was a great idea,” Ororo replied sarcastically.
“Cat fight!” Pyro shouted.
“Allerdyce, don’t you have somewhere to be … something to burn down?” Wraith said in exasperation. To Logan he said, “You know, she might be on to something. You’ve always wanted another shot at kicking Creed’s mangy ass.”
“Yeah, but I haven’t had any major fights in a long time and despite this awesome body,” he said – doing a little flexing, “I’ll admit I’m not in good enough shape to take on Creed. You do remember that he’s put most of his opponents in traction.”
“So you keep training, and for practice you pick a few fights with other boxers,” Marie said.
“Technically, you don’t ‘pick fights’ – you arrange matches,” Logan informed her.
"Well excuse me for not knowing the correct terminology,” she replied.
“Look, if you’re gonna be part of Team Wolverine, I suggest you brush up on the lingo.”
“Fine. I’ll stop at Barnes & Noble on the way home and pick up some books.”
“Books? Really?” Logan just shook his head and walked off towards the locker room.
“Wait until you hear the ideas I have about your boxing outfits,” she called after him.
He just ignored her and kept walking.
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