All the back pages covered the news of Darius Deaddog Dunn’s humiliation at the hands of his mother. He had been ten rounds into the biggest fight of his life when his mother had thrown the towel in for him. Not any towel either, the woman had thrown a tea towel onto the canvas. This effectively stopping the title fight.
Darius and his team had a plan. Having watched Rowe’s past fights the man could only last ten rounds. He tired so much after the tenth round, he was dead on the canvas. A couple of punches after that and he would be down. The tough part was withstanding the first ten rounds at his hands. Darius and his team had put a plan together, where he would withstand this. The plan had all been going well until his mother threw her tea towel onto the canvas.
Despite appealing, the match was declared a loss for Darius. Darius would never forgive his mother for this. She had cost him everything.
Marion Dunn sat at the dinner table surrounded by all the day’s newspapers. There were pictures of her beautiful boy and stories of how she had humiliated him. She stifled another sob that threatened to escape from her. Her poor sweet boy would never talk to her again.
It started by accident the carrying of the lucky tea towel. When Darius was 15 he had entered an amateur fight in Blackpool. Whilst he trained she had gone for a walk to buy some family souvenirs. That is when she purchased the tea towel for her best friend. Darius had won that fight so easily, not a scratch on him. She knew it was silly, but the tea towel had become a lucky omen. It had accompanied her on every fight she had ever watched. The lucky omen had stood until last night.
The fight was horrendous, right from the start the other man had started on her beautiful son. Laying punch after punch onto his face, arms and chest. She was sure her little boy could take no more. She had waited for his team to do something, they didn’t. She had no choice, she knew she had to look after her boy. Thinking of nothing else, she threw the white tea towel onto the canvas and hoped the fight would stop.
Now Darius was mad with her and had refused to even look at her, as he was taken away from the fight.
Darius stepped out of his brand new range rover as the bulbs flashed around him. He was almost blind with the flashes all going off in his direction. Many reporters shouted questions at him. Few he could understand with the voices all shouting together.
Bloody vultures how dare they follow him about. How dare they station themselves outside his mothers, right as he had come to confront her.
He was going to tell his mother that he could never forgive her. He would not be seeing her anymore she had humiliated him and ruined his career.
Let these vultures witness that, he had nothing left to lose. Darius fought his way through the flashing bulbs, up the path, to the front door.
Knocking on the door he took the damn tea towel out of his pocket. Looking down Darius remembered when his mum had bought the tea towel, during his first fight. He didn’t know she had still kept the useless thing. He hated the sight of it, the very token which had ruined his title fight.
Bashing with his fist once again on the door he felt the surge of energy come from the vultures behind. They had seen the door start to open and reacted. Darius pushed his way into the house past his mother without speaking. He was fucked if the vultures were going to see him confront his mother. Pushing through to the kitchen he turned to face his mother for the last time.
The press was left outside wondering what was going on. More than one of them wished at this point they could see through walls. What they would give to see what was going on in that house?
Had they been able to see, they would have seen Darius Deaddog Dunn melt at the sight of his mother’s tear-streaked face. They would have also seen him take his mother in his arms and tell her none of it mattered.
His mum and that bloody tea towel had undone him twice in two days.